BUT BOYS CAN LOVE BOYS, CAN THEY NOT? attraction is complex and surprisingly fluid but when did sexuality matter? if they deem it worthy to feel with such power and pleasure, surely there must be love without dimensions for themselves?
All boys with glossy dewy skin pours maple syrup all over their body, trying to caramelize their mien but the sugar is too much its too burn. perhaps they feel tawny unbefitting to be look upon by a god who's eyes are flaming with fascination, or they deem themselves unworthy of the ardent caresses and grazes of different skins. or mayhap the cacophony that shouts criticism with the soul of discrimination dim out all the forbidden rules of immaculate desire they have laid out.
Perchance boys need to be loved by other boys, because who better understand a lad than males, themselves? perhaps they are the ones they need to lie to, to feel their lips like withered roses catching fire, leaving a tingling sensation like sunsets begging for the night to come home. or to feel their heat and warmth that can unfreeze souls and hearts into loving again
Maybe boys need to waste all their chances at heaven—for eternity where they can be a sinner and boys as their capital sin.
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HOMOSEXUALITY: WE'RE HOWLING APOLLO'S DESIRE
Poetryi got a million flaws within my entirety. if you saw my peculiarities, can handle my uncertainties, up for war like fallacies, and rain of abundant love like kiddies, will you marry me?
