once, in a bramble thicket
a young lad found himself
accosted
she was older than he
freer than the bees
and while on her knees
made a man of him –
looking back at a lifetime
full of indiscretion
and physical meetings
fleeting greetings
and their beating of my meat
I’m beat –
Not large enough for ****,
but, born with a gift of satisfaction
as it is in their excitement
that pleasure is derived
a man of no equal measure –
squeaking freaks seeking to be discrete
needed to meet my meat
but alas, it is too late
as I am now complete –
no longer bound by *******
or enslaved at the rave’s
foundling of happiness
as one other human,
the perfect one,
is better than years
of sharing ****
with the masses –