A Boy’s Passion

Under Age Romance

“All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Young boys, I’d say, very fragile indeed fantasize every book, if provocative it may be visualizing the heat, and the tension — uproar feeling the intensity building, perhaps a touch of lust There seems a disturbance — they fear once or twice to get caught in the act when they’re fully in disguise

Exercising themselves in search of pleasure they struck — themselves a few times, perhaps emphasizing the scene — down and dirty they go feeling entirely revealed

Page after page, they turn the other leaf — curiously realizing the lustful increase of their heartbeat — passively jumping to pictures they fret — dizzy they feel and anxious they get — aching to feel the release of joy, in their minds they stifle a sigh

And then perhaps, the ink just struck — their hands amuck with the aqueous muk thrust — it covers themselves in a fiery display — while the senses of pleasure render them unconscious — exoticness

Thus it ends, with a gracious blow, a job well done as you cheer dear jack — but at that moment, you feel anew — perhaps you feel like going for Round 2!