Hello, Karen! Poem by Shane Markie

If we were both just sitting around one day
& suddenly I blurted out to you that
it made my dick hard just to see you smile

or having my hand on your knee, your shoulder,
or the small of your back made me feel much the same
but not getting me appropriately excited enough to either

masturbate or have sex with you or even fantasise about
fathering a child or two with you? My own educated guess
with all of this hypothetical situation is that you would never

ever agree to my having had any type of conjugal relationship;
if nothing else this might simply hypothetically be
a situation where my own faulty genetic makeup would be

inexorably passed down to each child, granting them an entirely
plausible and painfully premature death? At the very least you could even consider that physically engaging in coitus

with even any type of sexually attracted (or for that matter)
attractive young or old man physically drawn to you either
because of your looks, expertise, or any type of emotional

attachments or intelligence you may possess as being so
utterly & downright reprehesible and repulsive that you would
testify in a court of law against me by saying that mutual consent

was never negotiated properly in front of any figure of authority,
religious, civil, or otherwise? Hypothetically, this could purely
and simply sexual assault or rape in any or all cases of intimacy

involving me, myself, or I in such an unlikely unfortunate
sexual encounter which is why you would not enjoy this type
of sexual or intimate relationship because all along when you

thought sexual climax or release ought to have happened,
it will not have happened because sexual satisfaction through orgasmic release is almost and nearly impossible for me,

as any semen within
my member is entirely
retained within my body.