These arent the kinda poems where people are gonna find answers to their problems. These are my questions.

This is a book of poetry I've written. Note: Most of the poems featured here are dark, depressing, and may be triggering.

❝Life in plastic, it's fantastic.❞

***Please note that Hot Communications has now been published. The following five chapters are strictly samples. To read the book in its entirety, copy and paste the following link in your internet browser: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0092FIJ70 THANK YOU!!*** Lacey lay there on the floor surrounded with nothing but their clothes. Her body throbbed with the aftermath of his explosive pleasuring. She was beside herself that a man such as him would be drawn to her of all people. Sure, they’ve shared glances but not once had she ever imagined that something like this would ensue. His hands were heaven and she wished that he would keep them on her at all times and never let go. His lips were torture as he had licked and kissed down her body and pleasured her most intimate parts while she lay there quivering and begging for more. He ravaged her until she broke. In truth, this man was the whole package. So why had he chosen her to inflict the most wonderful kinds of all fiery tortures known to mankind? © Carey Decevito, 2012 All rights reserved

A reality check for those who think that suicide is a viable option for dealing with temporary pain or angst.

This is more of my poetry. This is the current (and better?) stuff. Enjoy, and please leave me a comment to tell me what you think. The "To _____" poems are birthday presents for my friends and family.