My Ganymede

Clung to your back, move with me
Let me uncoil my love, let it free
Be my Ganymede tonight.

Gently rocking, babe-like tenderness
My lips to the back of your neck pressed
Be my Ganymede tonight.

Always wanted to be a pederast
Mother Church has it right,
The beautiful boys flock to her
Arms wide open, eyes shut tight

Ignore the breasts, ignore the womb.
Let me show you how I feel the moon
Be my Ganymede tonight.