Dancing in darkness and solitude

It's such a pity and a shame that I can truly say not one soul had ever managed to fuck my mind and by default my body and soul.

There is just something so...wanting, lacking, empty about carnal pleasure without the intimacy and presence of the mental connection. The lack of emotion depth, the need for mental stimulation and emotionally getting off, letting go, having that escape and release.

It's something that can only be dreamed about and yearned after like the ever elusive fairytale happy ending.

If you can't touch me mentally there will never be a physical touch that matters or follows.

And that is a torture all of its own, in its tragic and perpetual frustration.