Ephebophilia is the primary or exclusive adult sexual interest in mid-to-late adolescents, generally ages 15 to 19. The term was originally used in the late 19th to mid 20th century. It is one of a number of sexual preferences across age groups subsumed under the technical term chronophilia. Ephebophilia strictly denotes the preference for mid-to-late adolescent sexual partners, not the mere presence of some level of sexual attraction.
In research environments, specific terms are used for chronophilias: for instance, ephebophilia to refer to the sexual preference for mid-to-late adolescents,hebephilia to refer to the sexual preference for earlier pubescent individuals, and pedophilia to refer to the sexual preference for prepubescent children. However, the term pedophilia is commonly used by the general public to refer to any sexual interest in minors below the legal age of consent, regardless of their level of physical or mental development.
The term ephebophilia comes from the Ancient Greek: ἔφηβος (ephebos) variously defined as "one arrived at puberty", "a youth of eighteen who underwent his dokimasia and was registered as a citizen (Athens)", and "arriving at man's estate"; and φιλία (-philia) "love". It has been used by Dutch psychologist Frits Bernard as far back as 1950, and reprinted in 1960 in the gay support magazine Vriendschap under the pseudonym Victor Servatius, crediting the origin of the term to Magnus Hirschfeld with no exact date given. The word was in fact first used in French (éphébophilie), in Georges Saint-Paul's 1896 book, Tares et Poisons: Perversion et Perversité Sexuelles.
There once lived a soul whose ears
Lived nothing but open years
I still can't read your lips like i coaxed
That beast who makes love to me
Keep me from holes that i could fall into soon,
The jade servant spits the moon
From stories as high as you
I took the two into town
Because i thought i'd be found
With strips of weariness in my raving heart,
No matter how tired
I nearly kissed my will power out the door,
And you wouldn't expect more
If i were to tell you so
You could be too young for that
And why i thought i could stand
With fields of fog around my neck and knees,
I have no beliefs
I can't recall the last time i talked to you