Unrequited Love and Inner Turmoil

A Poignant Reflection

Ai-generated image “I Like Your Figure”

“Stay in My Heart”

Those brawny guys with stiff muscles who come to your place, dear Asha, are way too much for my blood.

And I think it’s bizarre how you want to share a fang with them and even give them kisses to illumine their way home in the dark along combative streets.

I ask a merciful God to separate you from them and allow you to see the respect I have for you.

It’s a wonder I don’t run amok in the hallway, feeling like my scar will start bleeding and add more horror to an already creepy passageway.

I detect all things afoul and only wish you could see my love as the uttermost feeling, just like that riotously pleasurable feeling right before a sneeze.

The thing is I can repeat my love; it is agreeable, almost axiomatic; that’s how my pleasure and your pleasure mix like chopped lettuce.

It can be a grind to find these hours, these milky days when I can forget about all that I owe.

I try not to mislead myself, fall into that pit of anger, but I’m a lively devil. I try to help as many people as possible while also trying to satiate this insane impulse for the unusual sexual power you display.