Asexual

When kisses are just pressed lips
When touches are dull sensations
When a hug elicits no special feeling
And emotionless growths between the hips
I feel for pangs in twilight like blind man’s searching
I yearn for romantic trysts
I want to like the sensual
But I end up listless
You have the love, the good and bad
Affection in the air
I’ve damaged all my urges
And am left with no caress

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