Comment on HELEN HUNT JACKSON – SEPTEMBER POEM by Buddy Cash.
Ahhh, September, yes indeed…. This lovely piece of work reminds of the time when I was a wee lad. I was seduced by a young harem of fine and truly experienced vixen. The true birth of my manhood in which they robbed me of my youthful virginity. Oh How these three minx made quick work of my boyish slim trunk devoid of any hair from the previous summer. I yearn for a youth that exalts such feeling of virtual wonder-lust. Can it still be obtainable now at this ripe old age of sixty two? The stink of the three adolescent night-stalker / teachers of my bondage days cries out to me from afar, yearning for that elusive re-capture. Even if only once more for a moment. that is all