A Ballad of Passive Paederasty

Boys tempt my lips to wanton use,
And show their tongues, and smile awry,
And wonder why I should refuse
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!