Nearing the west tower and its narrow, stone spiral staircase, I saw the prized possession I had come to carry away: Lust Between Two Men by Renaldo Estuar, circa 1621. The painting wrapped in the lantern’s dim light melted me. Goose-pimples surfaced all over my torso and thighs. Utter happiness pumped within my chest. And the private part between my legs began to swell, beating, coming alive.
Seeing the ten by ten-inch painting in person was like nothing I had ever witnessed: heart-numbing, brain-thumping, chest-beating, leg-wobbling, and p***s-swelling. I do hope never to bore you with this unfeigned tale, but I must mention again the artwork’s potency and vividness. It’s magic. It’s secret power. Please! Please, bear with me…
The painting clearly exemplified Estuar and Roberto making
