I hunger, For my youth. For those lazy, Hazy, crazy, *****-filled days. When my eyes Feasted with devilment, Instead of mockery, Upon the young School of nymphs That swam up And down the corridors Like silver darlings Of the sea
The wonderment Puzzlement Of the flesh. Memories of Soft bouncy buttocks, Budding *******, Licentious legs, That tormented, Teased, pleased That frenzied, wild Stirrings of my *****. How i loved life then, With it's silent promise Of great things to come.