You should know SF!
This page is your physiatrist
Go play with yourself

does group therapy
for the socially inept
have to take place here?

passionate exchange.
apparently wondering
if they are both males

Your masterbation
I give you this ecstasy
"So glad you're turned on"

Needing adventure,
I might find my own trouble
just to stay awake.

Masturbating quite
profusely to those poems,
I still feel alone.

judgment with warning
hedonist come puritan
vice is spice of life

it is about healing
for the sickness is that false
sense of something else

a little fine tune
to tune out the loose parts and
function properly

perversion and drugs
in the end boring, and just
leads to little death

I suggest a cold
shower, a pizza and a
sense of therapy

evil is just yet
another useless passtime
from the tao pretense

waiting patiently
hoping i make you lonely
to even the score

this pretty flower
will pale in comparison
when placed on your hair

My lips brushed your cheek
Run my hands down your body
Feel your warm soft curves

So provocative
Kissing corners of your mouth
Feeling the softness

Our breath hard and fast
My mouth moves down your neck
Passion takes control

I slide your dress off
held hard your soft body yields
my mouth searches you

Kissing down your chest
I draw circles round your breast
Nudging your nipples

Gently i bite you
As you gasp out soft delight
my mouth travles down

Thanks for listening
to my earlier request.
Sorry I'm a perv.

With a broken brain
is responsibility
still about ethics?

He doesn't want me.
I can tell now, but I can't
seem to stop hoping.

I can never know
what the future holds for me
But I'll find out soon

balls deep catching groove
relentless rhythm arched back
ass begging for spank

she's head down ass up
Englishman enters world cup
please do mind the gap

May I please request
more erotic poetry?
That one turned me on.

I wish you could know
the joy of hearing music
as it sounds to me.

Hey, want some candy
little boy? My van is full
of sweetness for you.

it's gradual the
unfolding of human self
and drama, bittersweet

there is the freedom
of choice, some things cannot be owned
only experienced

I got her naked
I licked her intimately
She cried out a gasp

ash the paradox
i can be sugar and spice
but i am a boy

Which one does he fear,
being rejected by me,
or rejecting me?

He is leaving it
ambiguous on purpose,
and I can't tell why.

moneta romance
temple of Juno the place
creational sins

hue and cry from he
what???? said she.. then huff and huff
it went on like that

I need some soda
this gosh darn headache sucks ass
popaholic scream

If love were a mere
commodity that could be
owned at will, I would.

Anger makes poor fuel.
Addiction is no escape.
All that counts is love.

Why worry so much
about following the rules?
Expression comes first.

so the addict fuels
things with anger for their lives
are wasted quite away

I am somewhat like
this, right now, and so don't care
as much what might be

how does one know the
addict won't just lash out and
harm you or himself?

in a sense of that
trial, the pain is too much but
it goes away, it's um

addiction, and the
reactions, predictable
but also tragic

the paradox of
faith is that you don't care of
small shit in this world

what does a lion
taste like, I mean i hear that
gator is fishy...

Gee, Snail, I hope you
Don't die-Just laugh a little, warm bath to relax

ash is oh so sweet
her kus; expressive and neat
many years practice

there are rules for hai
ku that appear to be large
ly unheeded here

a hungry lion
feed them the Christian's of faith
and what?? so they sing??