A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PAEDERASTY 
79 
And wonder why I should refuse 
To feel their buttocks on the sly, 
And kiss their genitals, and cry : 
“ Ah !  Ganymede, grant me one night ! ” 
This is the one sweet mystery : 
A strong man’s love is my delight ! 
 
To feel him clamber on me, laid 
Prone on the couch of lust and shame, 
To feel him force me like a maid 
And his great sword within me flame, 
His breath as hot and quick as fame ; 
To kiss him and to clasp him tight ; 
This is my joy without a name, 
A strong man’s love is my delight. 
 
To feel again his love grow grand 
Touched by the langour of my kiss ; 
To suck the hot blood from my gland 
Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss, 
And boils in sudden spurted bliss ; 
Ah !  God !  the long-drawn lusty fight ! 
Grant me eternity of this ! 
A strong man’s love is my delight !