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Aristophanes voiced an opinion in Plato's Symposium when he said, "[True men] show their masculinity throughout their boyhood by the way they make friends - becoming men, and the delight they take in lying beside them and being taken in their arms. And these are the most hopeful of the nation's youth, for theirs is the most virile constitution."




Friends hug.  Best friends hug - longer. 

- A Tribute to 3000+ Years of G0Ys

I've known you for a while; -- grown accustomed to your smile...
And miss you when you're gone for long.
Whether at the gym or job, - with your family or the mob
(of people who you greet over the miles)

I've grown accustomed to your presence; -- & to me it's just like incense...
The soft sound of your deep voice - it makes me long;
Makes my heart beat even harder as I listen to your laughter;
That spring of joy within you is my song.

But the thing I long for most is the time we spend alone,
As we speak of how the week has gone - sometimes over the phone.
And when your shadow gently graces the doorway of my home,
I look forward to the heart-felt hug I'll give you - till you groan.

Shoes come off; - now come inside; - What's mine is your's to loan,
The food is fresh, the cupboards friendly (the dog stays at his bone.)

And as we eat, we shoot the breeze - & comment on the game,
That plays on TV in the background; - We shout when points are made.

And as the clock hands circle: round, - & round & round, some more;
We'll slowly wander to the bedroom & clothes will cover floor.

The sheets are clean & fresh & cool -- And welcoming your warmness;
Considering the future near - gives rise to certain stiffness...
And as we slide across their spance - we slowly come to our embrace;
Snuggling up - pecs to pecs - we mingle shadows - face to face.

You're hunky, warm & slightly furry, and in this haze my vision's blurry,
But my hands are speaking for my eyes as I gently stroke your muscle lines.

Your tummy breathing - abs are heaving; A pounding heart that speaks no lies;
Your hardened stiffness firmly pulses & teases memories of lover's cries.

And as you cuddle with your double - & trickle sweat from pits & thighs,
With my tongue I'll savor - all your flavor; - (Do you feel the passion in my eyes?)

It comes too soon - your sweat does glisten; your embrace it tightens; -- Your body stiffens;
Your muscles crawl beneath my hands as your posture shifts to satiate glands

And as your breathing starts to stress - into a passion'd sigh,
I know full well your straining lungs will next let out a cry.
Your toes are curled, your back it arches & as you catch a breath:
I'll cuddle you as a lover does - help thru this little death...

A perfect lover is a mirror, & passions are reflected back;
So timing keeps in harmony's wake the responses sought to tighten slack.
As to your groin: It's full of fire -- I know this too; -- My passion's higher;
I'm right here with you - in this love feast; With your first volley  - I find release...

Your gentle weight - & quivering muscles; Quite a virile pair;
Your tightened belly, hardened globes & lungs that crush the air,
Manly hotness - splattering groins; -- Your watering eyes cry not.
Frantic intensity spilling from loins; -- It's the climax of our plot.

But above this frenzy is a passionate hug - (that embodies your trust) - as your response speaks of  love.
And as we resolve - (coming down from on high) - that warm hug remains that unites you & I.

- Esident


HUGS - The Poem Explained for victims of public school:

Original Verse Expanded
I've known you for a while; -- grown accustomed to your smile...
And miss you when you're gone for long.
Whether at the gym or job, - with your family or the mob
(of people who you greet over the miles)
This friendship has been developing for a long time.  The author knows the features of the subject very well & has developed an emotional attachment & need to be with him - feeling it whether they are close by or on the road.
I've grown accustomed to your presence; -- & to me it's just like incense...
The soft sound of your deep voice - it makes me long;
... Makes my heart beat harder as I listen to your laughter;
That spring of joy within you is my song.
The use of incense has several implications.  Incense is a smell well known - as if even the smell of the subject is known to the author.  It is also commonly used in religious settings - giving a deeper meaning to the presence of the subject.  The voice & laughter of the subject are like music to the ears of the author.
But the thing I long for most is the time we spend alone,
As we speak of how the week has gone - sometimes over the phone.
And when your shadow gently graces the doorway of my home,
I look forward to the heart-felt hug I'll give you - till you groan.
Private time one-on-one is looked forward to the most -- even if it's on the phone.  Intimacy is getting to know the other by conversation.  When the subject does stop by, the author is aware of even his shadow & a warm firm passionate hug is exchanged that is forceful enough to squeeze a groan out of the subject.
Shoes come off; - now come inside; - What's mine is your's to loan,
The food is fresh, the cupboards friendly (the dog stays at his bone.)
Make yourself comfortable.  My possessions are as if they were yours.  Fresh food implies: prepared now.  Subject knows what's in cupboards; & the dog knows him.
And as we eat, we shoot the breeze - & comment on the game,
That plays on TV in the background; - We shout when points are made.
They share common interests & converse fluidly.    "Shout" instead of "cheer" implies they may support different teams - which is ok.  They are individuals.
And as the clock hands circle: round, - & round & round, some more;
We'll slowly wander to the bedroom & clothes will cover floor.
Although seeming casual, the author writes that he observes 3+ hours pass before finally heading off to bed with the subject.  Strewn clothes indicate some anxiety.
The sheets are clean & fresh & cool -- And welcoming your warmness;
Considering the future near - gives rise to certain stiffness...
And as we slide across their spance - we slowly come to our embrace;
Snuggling up - pecs to pecs - we mingle shadows - face to face.
The bed is prepared beforehand & the contrast between cool sheets & the subject's warmness relays the author's awareness - which he tells produces an erection in anticipation.  Sliding across the sheets, they wrap up in each other - face to face & passionately rub beard-stubble while snuggling.
You're hunky, warm & slightly furry, and in this haze my vision's blurry,
But my hands are speaking for my eyes as I gently stroke your muscle lines.
The author describes the feel of being cuddled up with the subject.  The 'haze' he mentions might be the overwhelming effect of being with the subject.
Your tummy breathing - abs are heaving; A pounding heart that speaks no lies;
Your hardened stiffness firmly pulses & teases memories of lover's cries.
The author describes the physical responses of the subject & knows he is excited because of his pounding heart.  His erection brings some erotic memories to mind.
And as you cuddle with your double - & trickle sweat from pits & thighs,
With my tongue I'll savor - all your flavor; - (Do you feel the passion in my eyes?)
cuddle w. double: This phrase is used to suggest that they are very much alike. The author comments that even his eyes speak of the passion between them.
It comes too soon - your sweat does glisten; your embrace it tightens; -- Your body stiffens;
Your muscles crawl beneath my hands as your posture shifts to satiate glands
The author says that the climax is too soon - probably because such passion never seems to last long enough.  He describes the subject's body at ejaculatory inevitability.
And as your breathing starts to stress - into a passion'd sigh,
I know full well your straining lungs will next let out a cry.
Your toes are curled, your back it arches & as you catch a breath:
I'll cuddle you as a lover does - help thru this little death...
He notes the breathing pattern of the subject & knows him so well that he predicts the next breath will be a passionate cry.  Without seeing, he also know the subject's toes curl when he gets to this feeling - reinforcing that they are very familiar with each other.  The term "orgasm" is French for "little death".
A perfect lover is a mirror, & passions are reflected back;
So timing keeps in harmony's wake the responses sought to tighten slack.
As to your groin: It's full of fire -- I know this too; -- My passion's higher;
I'm right here with you - in this love feast; With your first volley  - I find release...
Perfect mirror - passions reflected: This means that each lover gives feedback to the reactions of the other.  Harmony is a musical term describing notes played in sync. The message is that the author is aware of the subject's state of extreme passion & it has caused him to "sync" in harmony so they will climax together.
Your gentle weight - & quivering muscles; Quite a virile pair;
Your tightened belly, hardened globes & lungs that crush the air,
Manly hotness - splattering groins; -- Your watering eyes cry not.
Frantic intensity spilling from loins; -- It's the climax of our plot.
Weight & muscles.  Are they the "pair" or is this a play on words? This stiff muscular body of the subject in this state even compresses the air in his lungs.  Manly hotness/ splattering - are hints of an intense ejaculation - so hard it makes the subject's eyes water. Frantic intensity / loins - hints that the sexual release was long coming.
But above this frenzy is a passionate hug - (that embodies your trust) - as your response speaks of  love. And as we resolve - (coming down from on high) - that warm hug remains that unites you & I. More so than the passion'd frenzy of their orgasm, the author notes that he is aware of the passionate hug - so trusting & speaking of love (even after climax).  And, as they enter resolution of the climax, the hug is the constant thing that reminds the author most of his relationship with the subject.