Sometimes what we need is this:
No more talking.
A decision to collide.
To take a risk ona stranger.
The feeling of being held by a large, kind man.
A cock in the ass.
The weight of a another human being pressing us into the mattress.
His cum, as good and real as any love you know, filling us up, pumping us full, stuffing the void full of something real and true and human.
Sometimes we need more. But sometimes all we need is this.