Asexual: Making love to oneself

I found this very interesting poem on Asexual Love at Poemhunter.com. It has been written by John Tansey, and is truly worth a read! :)
Asexual...Making Love to Oneself
I lie in bed,
wrists turned in
so to feel a warm hand upon my face,
a knee in my chest,
a long leg moving under me.

I dream
I am entwined,
one arm over my shoulder,
one moving slowly up my thigh.

Aroused from this dreamscape,
I find the hands
were, but, my own;

Having reached for someone
and felt only myself,
in this solitary touch,

I lie, stark-eyed in the dark,
while couples sleep, limb-locked
under the stars.

Haven taken advantage of myself,
I am blinded
by the emotional rape of the night.

Caught in the act by the same moon that,
watering lovers like flowers,
shone like a flashlight in my eyes,

Reflecting only shame,
I fold my limbs
into the fetal-pose of a child,

Swaddled in a blanket,
sensing the cold expanding darkness
I lie, lost
in the large lap of a queen-sized bed.

--John Tansey