Sensual:
In quarantine, I have masturbated.
A lot.
Despite being a pretty sexual person,
this is something I typically never do.
It has taken a global pandemic to pleasure myself.
Who’d have thought?
I light a candle and get a good playlist on.
Then, I’m good to go.
You know the rest.
It is fun, and it is relief.
But it is not sensual.
I miss touch.
I miss sweat, gasping,
clinging on for dear life.
I miss communication, being told
that feels good, yeah, that’s
so good.
No amount of plastic vibration can make up for a lack of human intimacy.
Until then,
‘Jessica Rabbit’ will have to do.
Anna Cowan
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