a spark

When hers

Presses their rosy lips against her cheek,

She feels a spark ignite in her,

Her broken heart mends with the thread of love,

Tingling sensations spreading across her parched skin,

Insatiable lust swirling in her mind

As she inches closer to them.

When mine

Presses their rosy lips against my cheek,

I feel nothing.

I'm different

And I embrace myself.