One day in August of a certain year, Malibu started to burn and go up in flames. The whole countryside was on fire. Houses, ranches, and livelihoods all burned to the ground. It was unreal. Malibu was burning. It was at this time that Mark saw people (clowns) online posting photos of their asses and naked bodies and lingerie shots holding up LA signs saying how sad they were that Malibu is burning. So sad. The next day Mark started writing sextpoems. Short, poetic tales describing his anguish for Malibu. The written equivalent of those photos. How it made him feel the same as those people. So sad. So horny. So so. The devastation just made everyone want to get naked, apparently. Ever since Mark has kept writing these sextpoems. People kept paying him to write more. He knows, ludicrous. Thousands and thousands of dollars to write more and more sextpoems. So really, this book is a bargain. Over 100 sextpoems. In chronological order. They're all there. Book two on the way. And yes. Mark knows. It's sad. He's sorry. Tut. So sad. So harny. So enjoy.