A poem relating the loss of innocence to a flower being crushed.

Humorous comparison of sex with a lemon.

Mysterious love sonnet.

Limerick.

What is it that makes a boy into a man or whatever it is that you or I hold myself to be, believe me I have heard it all. He Who Is King… all my life this has always revolved around sex but for some reason I believe I need love but what if.

What kind of dancing and I talking about; I never had a first dance, never ever been in a strip club and have never done… um, the horizontal mambo. To Dance Is All… I can see the girl, I can hear the music, but I must be dreaming.

Here are some of the hottest experiences from real men.

Limerick.

Lobotomy anyone… someone once said that knowledge is power; I tend to agree with the saying that he who increases knowledge, increases sorrow or something to that effect. The Slate Is… no I don’t want to start over again, just to relearn “this”

Poem.