Poem: Good Sex

Good sex,
like all other physicals
can be highly addictive.

I walk away from
endless moments
of sex
like a King on a cloud
and I want more

My body alive
with the sensual
every female I see
I desire them all

And it seems possible
suddenly,
like they could all be mine.

If only I had the time...

Poem: Collection of Me

I am a collection
of the people
I have loved
From each
friend and lover
I take parts
and am changed permenantly
and they always live wiht me:
inside my head and my heart
my books and my music.

It is my profoundest hope
that I have made
as great an impression on them
as they have had on me.

Poem: Opus F

Flatulence, my happy friend
to keep me warm, down in my end
farting boldly, through the night
gas comes out, to make things right
Great gas bags, of smell most foul
drips of poop, are oft times found
left alone, to sit and weep
for the Great Fart, which will repeat.

Poem: The Happiest Sound on Earth

The happiest sound on earth:
pleasure moan of a young woman in my ear
Breathing and writhing in orgasm.
Knowing that:
I am doing this,
I am the one, causing her bliss.
Life purpose acheived
in a female sigh
of infinite peace.

Poem: Good Times Stay

Good times stay with me
through whatever's to come
let me stay in your love
for all of my days
may memory retain
what now my soul knows
that the universe loves me
like a river, it flows.