Cleft of supple rear, Blush of cherry blossoms bloom, Home for silent lusts.
I find that the beard, Russet brown, blond or black hue, Draws my lips closer.
In endless autumn, His eyes do sparkle brightly, Drawing desire up.
Like late autumn leaves, So do my clothes fall quick, At young lad's wink.
Blood rushes sudden, I rise to the occasion, His hands caressing.