Soothe the young man's sweating forehead
Touch the naked stem held hidden
there
Safe in such dark hayseed wired nest
Then his light brown eyes are
quick
Once touch is what he thought was grip
Tis not his hands those
there but mine
And safe,my hands do seek to gain
All knowledge of my
master's manly rain
The scented taste that stills my tongue
Is wrong that
is set but not undone
His fiery eyes can slash my savage skin
And
force all seriousness away
He wades in close waters
Deep sleep alters
his senses
I must obey my only rival
He will command our twin
revival
The same insane sustain again
(The two of us so close to our own
hearts)
I silence and wrote