I have tasted the lips of a man.
Although my mouth was not always having a party.
I can still say I've tasted the lips of a man.
Although it wasn't always done heartily.
Now it has been over two years since I've known the thrill.
The exchangement of saliva will not flow.
And I doubt it ever will.
Never again will I know.
I have felt the touch of a man.
Although it hasn't always been soft.
I can still say I've been touched by a man.
Although it hasn't always brought my spirit aloft.
Now it has been over twenty-four months since I've felt the hold.
The warmth of physical love does not show.
My body has gotten used to being cold.
Never again will I know.
I have heard the flirting words of a man.
Although it wasn't always poetic.
I can still say I've listened to the flirtatious words of a man.
Although half the time it was pathetic.
Now it has been over a hundred and four weeks since I've heard the sound.
The memories of before are less than an echo.
There are no recordings as such to be found.
Never again will I know.
So how does one cope if he has just had a sample?
I suppose all I have known could be considered ample.
I have music, nature and poetry as well.
They are the only distractions from this lonesome hell.
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