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As timid and furtive as a furry beast of night,  frightened of eyes and of light, I shut my sight in a tight box, and open the door on secret retreats, where my body freaks in spasmic joy. Nimbus noises mounting to mushrooms in my head, and a red lava flowing liquid in my veins, I strain on the tiller of each racked nerve to deserve the swerving rush of orgasmic release. Pleased at prowess in new physical ventures, intent on repetitions ever higher on the sky’s star-spangled scale, impaling visions at the back of my eye, I smile awhile.      And now when stepping out for life's parade,      I feel within a manhood's accolade.