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I was ready to write another blog, swaering to myself that this time there would be homoeroticism, but I made the mistake of looking at the banned poem of December 4th, which henceforth will be referred to as the poem. I was proud of the poem, of how I began to stroke my cock as the words rushed into my mind, of how I came in my pants before I wrote the final two lines. My cock is hard right now, and I find myself looking at a man reading a book, who looks to be about my age, but he looks like he's taken care of himself. If he wanted me to get naked and lie with him, I would say yes, o yes yes yes yes yes! When his cock goes in my mouth, I would be crying tears of joy, and my heart would be his when he rolls me over and FUCKS MY ASS! I wonder if this will be censored. I hope not. He loves my panties and makes me wear ruffles on my shirt, and says 'Now I think you should wear a skirt, and I'll fuck you again. It won't hurt.' Please, unknown censor, don't take this away from me, my dream of ecstasy. Is it because it's so brazenly queer? Don't hate me because of what I love. Maybe you liked the poem deep inside, and wanted to keep it all for yourself, wanted your cock to be worshipped in my temples. If you found me here at the library and brushed my arm, then stroked my back, rubbed myass, I would melt, I know it. Soon we'd be at your motel, and you'd pull down my panties and spank me for being so naughty, then your cock would enter the temple of MY ASS!