Intimacy is a strange craving
Full of yearnful sorrows
For a touch from someone
Never to be felt again
Lips fluttering down the neck
Low voices trickling with giggles
Biting the flesh with desire
A closeness of our bodies
With a soft sigh following
Rocking in rhythm together
Tongues striking as if in battle
Fingers intertwined with another
His voice rumbling in my ear
The heat of clashing skin
To reach such passion comes with work
Bringing a certain kind of loneliness
There must first be a connection
One difficult to acquire through apps
And especially meeting at a bar
The strangeness comes such
How am I to build a token
In a society so vacant?
Yet on i search for a match
Knowing nowhere can fulfill
This everlasting hunger
