Teen

Gizmo understood the tribal instincts behind it.  The crowning of prom king and queen, the marriage of Barbie and Ken, the drunken taunting by some teenagers of two of their friends to publicly and presently copulate:  all actions where genetic urgency masquerades as romance, that inspired most of the ritual that passed for romance and the biologically adaptive ritual that defies logic in favor of tradition, the tyranny of sentimentality                                                   That time, that afternoon, that storm was more than the tropics, more than mere accident, more than desire.  there is nothing that will ever compare to the unsustainable heat of being one of two fourteen year old boys with limbs entangled, laughing, pretending not to notice the other's erection pressing against your thigh, your back, your forearm as it bends gracelessly  justifying their physical engagement and the proximity of their turgid dicks (excusable only by virtue of the button-flyed vault in which each of  these agile soldiers made of riveted blue denim