I don’t know why that makes me feel better
A cold chill across a sensual warm surface
Intimate describes the motion, thoughtless, the act
My eyes are of no use because they do not guide me
Only my hand and a swift brush of slight sickening instinct
Tense before the spontaneous and rough movements
But my god, that sweet release of ecstasy and warm, held-in breath
Fingers slide effortlessly across old friends
The new ones make for painful company, yet so soothing
Soothing to know I can still feel something
Crimson rivers mix with transparent tears
The elixir of my insatiable addiction