I. Hungry boys. Searching hands
grabbing for shreds of pleasure.
Roughly adjusting. Scarce words;
the silence fills itself.
II. Hesitant boys. Questioning
eyes, slow drift fingers on cloth.
Sharp intake of breath. Turning,
glazing over. Daydreaming.
III. Quiet, gentle boys. Whispers.
Lips planted on my forehead, cheeks.
Guiding hands. Lips cracked into
a soft grin, teasing. Lightness.