Trifling Amusements

Written: May 2015

Lips pressed to lips
Hands pawing down my body
A tongue furtively darting in my mouth
A giggle building in my throat
Yet a chasm grows inside
My thoughts numb and indifferent
My tenuous heart a distant echo
Chemicals engorged on my emotions
Isolating my existence, depleting the passion
Leaving a sexually emaciated husk
These surface connections mere trifling amusements