Desperation… population me, yeah Stephen King killed a lot of people in that town and here I am all alone, boy, monster, or whatever. Crave A Babe… if anything I just want somebody, need somebody; now if only there were a business for this?

Withdrawal but of what is the question, hell what do I have to lose… everything but anyway I haven’t… in about two weeks. Aches and Pains… I want to leave them behind, to become something new but I continue wanting and waiting for love.

A poem written for love and passion.

The hot depiction of three lovers shot at sex. Very Passionate and exiting.

Limerick.

Military sex. An officer goes to meet his military lover for sex in the night but meets her absence and drops her a note before he leaves by morning.

There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

It’s too cold to be at the pool and I am far beyond wet dreams or maybe it is simply the fact that no girl has ever found me sexually appealing; no reason to get wet. On The Sails of Love… maybe if things were different, to make love and to be loved.

Chapter two of Punsihment.

Close reading of chapter two of "Jane Eyre"