And the truth is this;

I crave that thrust of passion that you only feel once.
A first kiss by a man that intrigues you.
A fuck when you need the life shaken out of you.
Soft love when you want to cry.
The smell of a new man's skin,
learning the angles of his hands.

I can't make myself come anymore.
Not without concentrating intently.
Who needs concentration with masturbation!

This must be a dry spell.

I detest the desert.