A Poem — It’s not the most favorable arrangement, dear Asha, but I’ll take what I can get out of this love. I know you’re no-nonsense and although I’m a few years your senior, I think we could make it work, just join me in this conference and I’ll articulate the pleasures for…

A Poem — The problem with loving you, dear Asha, is that it’s too easy, not like the others who are like trying to cut a brick — or knowing the language in an opera. I want to delete the past and just focus on now, and we can do that so long…

A Poem — Like a guerrilla I wait, dear Asha, ready to wage a war of love on your body. As we are far past the equinox, headed into fall, I see the world on fire, but I’m no strikebreaker. I prefer this dome of realism I have created, where my engine is…

A Poem — You’re an elite lover, dear Asha, and I can only hope you’ll lie with me. We don’t relate on many other levels, but I love you and want your body like a patriot wants their country to be more ideal. My desire is so overwhelming it causes me some embarrassment…

A Poem — I have faith in our love, dear Asha, and it’s not just a matter of compliance, I do what I do willingly. I perform whatever function you require, and because of that you bless me with this eternal desire to worship you, my queen. I put on some prog rock…

I’m So Discouraged — I’m a regular poster here and I feel what I create, for the niche genre, is top notch. But my earnings are way way down to the insulting almost non existent level. Why should I continue? I wonder. It’s hard not to take it personally, given some mysterious algorithm is…

A Poem — I know there’s a line, dear Asha, of men at your door but would you say that in the wide spectrum of hunks that I stand out at least somewhat? I know I’m shallow but to desire you is to desire the best. I just want to participate! …

A Poem — Sometimes I feel, dear Asha, like there’s a fence between us. But when we’re magical, it disappears, down deep into a gravel ditch where it belongs. My ego can stun even the most lenient lover but believe me when I say I’m not playing the field, there’s you and only…

A Poem — My mind is closed, dear Asha, to any other idea but you. You could tie me to a tree and I’ll never waiver, even if you were to forge some painful death for me for being so devote. In school I had the best intention, to study hard and do…