| Powder
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| I once made a confession,
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| I won’t happen again,
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| I’ve failed all my desires
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| after that fateful day …
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| I once had an erection,
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| well, sort of, at the age of five:
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| we tumbled in the bushes,
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| yes, we made out in broad daylight.
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| Not sandbox, slide or jungle-gym,
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| I entertained a different whim:
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| Our groins playfully occupied … -
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| It was our first and only time.
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| Because I failed to take into account
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| that my «sickness''would be spread around:
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| all the parents gave advice to shun
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| that dirty little fairy,
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| who was out to stain their precious sons…
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| Sometimes, in those lonely hours,
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| I can hear his voice in my head,
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| the most erotic promise
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| that a. |
| rnan has ever made:
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| «If you were a landscape, Love,
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| a kingdom I came passing through,
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| I’d stop and reach down for my penis,
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| and urinate all over you.»
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| I once had an aquaintance too,
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| who liked to wrestle me, me, me.
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| He’d put me in a headlock
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| or he’d simply sit on top of me.
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| One sunny day then I found out
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| that touching me got him aroused,
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| which gave a whole new meaning to the squats our gym-coach made us do:
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| where he had to sit on my shoulders,
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| all sweat and sighs,
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| my head embedded firmly
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| between his strong warm thighs.
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| Perhaps all this got me somehow predisposed
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| for butch guys, bears and things
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| you’re not supposed to do …
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| Sometimes, in those lonely hours,
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| I can hear his voice in my head,
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| the most erotic promise
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| that a. |
| rnan has ever made:
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| «If you were a landscape, Love,
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| a kingdom I came passing through,
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| I’d stop and reach down for my penis,
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| and urinate all over you.» |