Even When - homerotic classic

Even When

Even when you don't get it hard
Your prick still gives me such delight,
Hanging golden white between your thighs,
Over those balls of yours, dark charms.

-- Balls of my lover, proud sisters,
Their skin a rich untanned leather,
Brown and rosy and lavender,
Two fierce and farcical misters,

Look, the left ball dangles lower
Than the other one, both knowing
What's what, goodwill overflowing
To what end, God willing, what for? --

It's plump, that big littleboy dick,
And velvety smooth from its base
To foreskin, three-fourths of the way
The rosy crest just covers it.

It swells up now, pulling a bit
That soft skin at the very end,
Showing glans half as fat again
As a thumb with two pouting lips.

After I will have kissed it much,
So full of gratitude and love,
I let my hand caress and rub
It with a sudden, daring touch, 

To skin it back thus exposing
That oh-so-tender violet,
Happy cockhead that no more waits
But comes in splendor exploding. 

And then, like a good girl, this cock
Accelerates the goings-on,
And Hatless Jack, your sturdy prong, 
Is up again hard as a rock.

You dickster! Take me wherever,
My mouth or my ass! Choose, master.
Perhaps a simple jack-off, sir?
My ten fingers will deliver.

However this cock, my idol,
Holds all the rites of its High Mass,
Takes both hands, my mouth, and my ass,
In exquisite shape this idol.

Paul Verlaine (from Hombres, the posthumous collection of Verlaine's erotic poetry published in 1904, translation by D.J.Carlile.)