Busy Poem by April Humason

Embraced in your arms, a paradox I find,
Despite the closeness, a solitude entwined.
You're eager to play, but my mind's afar,
In a different place, like a distant star.

Your groans seek pleasure, a connection grown,
Yet, I can't feign emotions that I've not known.
Your desires mount, you crave even more,
But my focus drifts to my phone's glowing core.

In this moment shared, a dissonance displayed,
A clash of needs, emotions somehow delayed.
For in your grasp, I long for us to blend,
Beyond the distractions, our hearts to mend.