All in the golden afternoon
Full nakedly they slide;
For both my balls, with little skill,
By little hands are plied,
While tiny mouths make vain pretence
Our 'special' games to guide.

Ah, naked three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a 'game' of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor cock avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it" --
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be cum-juice in it!" --
While Tertia interrupts the 'tail'
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden cum-juice won,
In coitus they pursue
The dream-child riding on a wave
Of climax wild and new,
In friendly 'game' with girl or boy
And half believe it true.

And ever as those hands have drained
The well of cum-juice dry,
And faintly stove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"More sex next time --" "It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew my pedo-love for girls:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Each tiny puss is eaten out
And now the 'game' is done,
And home we steer, each hand in hand
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish virgin take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where childhood's dreams are twined
On an elder's mystic wand
Like a pedo's love for little child
'Pluck'd' in a far-off land.