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    dots Submission Name: "Patience..."dots
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    Author: Drifting Star
    ASL Info:    19/F/Somewhere
    Elite Ratio:    2.02 - 22/101/73
    Words: 235
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
    Total Views: 1351
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 1515



    Description:
        **WARNING**: There's nothing pornographic here, only ...it's featuring a shotacon theme! For those who don't know, shotacon is a romantic relationship (not necessarily sexual) between two males, vastly separated by age, usually young and teen.

    This is written for the Shotacon challenge on WICKYPOP and it's based loosely on a published graphic novel.

    This is installment two of five.

    Far From Elite

    -Sennie.


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    dots"Patience..."dots
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    An apartment sitting high on a hill
    overlooking the city and sunset;
    he cradles the boy against his side
    as they lay thrown across the floor.

    This boy, so innocent--so full of youth
    and angst against all the world.
    So passionate in his belief that
    he is loveless and not beloved.

    Shota, shota; the word whispers in his mind
    and he knows how the world would see them;
    a man of twenty, a boy of twelve
    lovers of a kind--and yet, not at all.

    Fully as one, a unit unbreakable,
    they suffer for their bounds and hold steady;
    what others see as perversion or dishonor
    they view through the glow of secret traditions.

    So young, this boy, to understand
    all the world's evils and pain;
    the man cares for him as only HE can
    and holds tightly for fear of heartbreak.

    To protect, to serve, to love--
    in that order, he is told;
    but what is the magick of this boy's presence
    that has so re-arranged his thoughts?

    Shota; the man knows what the boy does not;
    that this harmless infatuation--truly named
    cannot be faked or tricked or lied to;
    such is the way of the love they share.

    So, though his lover is as of yet
    too young and too shattered to commit,
    he waits with patient diligence--
    slave to his master's heart and will.

    **




    Submitted on 2007-10-11 18:02:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      I like this piece ever more and such a great follow up from the first part.
    I really canít wait for the rest. Sorry, I don't have the time to analyze this part as the first. Keep up the great work.
    | Posted on 2007-10-12 00:00:00 | by Polydectes | [ Reply to This ]


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