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Holding your body close in rhythmic sway,  I play the innocent, uncertain of next steps; lips open, but hesitant of a tongue's intrusion, excuses poised, but finally willing to indulge. Bulging our mouths together in sensual freedom, gleefully probing the false frontiers of a stunted growth in sexuality, I grope for experience, peering in your eye's crystal for the size of desire. Fired in zeal by a feeling that thrills are shared, I'll dare soon to strut with a cocky gait, waiting at bars for the interested gaze that strays my way from under long lashes.      For now, if I'm approached by any girl,      I'll let my macho banners all unfurl.