Naked and alone in bed, I stroke my soft skin to appease the hurt. Yearning for fingers I'll never feel, passionate kisses that will never dance, and the beauty of an orgasm never to be shared.

Tears spill from my eyes, leaving salty trails on my cheeks before pooling in the hollows of my neck and between my breasts.

Shared intimacies and dreams shattered like a dropped mirror, trust crushed once again by promises never to be fulfilled.

The loss of a love I never really had makes me ache with longing and lust; I search for solace by myself.