Asexuality

What I want to feel
is the warmth of your hand,
not how hot it can be.

What I want to see
is the color of your eyes,
not your naked body.

What I want to hear
is sweet loving words,
not your moaning.

What I want to smell
is your lovely soft hair,
not what’s down there.

What I want to taste
is maybe your lips,
but nothing more than that.

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