Why Ask "Y"?

Years seem to cluster around my past, all meaningless in a jumbled pile Of lost thoughts and forgotten emotions. How did I feel back then?

Youth, always the desire of the aged patron of missed chances, worthless, Destitute of any real significant meaning if held up to the light of time.

Yearning for the gift of warm flesh given in gratitude or even by debt is Satisfying as any past sensual pleasure earned from hardship and love.

"Yes", a word now hinting more of compliance than it did of agreement, Mutual need and co-operation is less satisfying than a soft, gasped "no".

Yesterday has come far to late to rescue the passion that fades in my Chest. My hardened flesh so aware of warm, soft welcoming shelters.

Yellowed pages of old love letters no longer hold value as the memories Are all of another who I should not have written those words to long ago.

Your body the reason the present has my heart and mind's lustful desire, For is it not your hard breath creating meaningful meaningless vowels?

You may not love me. You may find me distasteful after we achieve our Climax of desire and sensation brought by my lonliness and your greed.

Yet at this time, this moment above and beyond all focal points of reality That ever existed, you are the most precious creation in my universe.

Great sex will do that to a man.