lostintransit

So I sit and wait. My days are filled with the eternal waiting game,... time zones cause havoc with my body clock....I search and trawl, waiting for the glow of an icon telling me someone has thought of me enough to make contact. Stolen moments...a quick encounter....a glimpse of flesh..a dirty word...a kind touch. Self inflicted debauchery and pain.....a need insatiable.

So high you get me ..so zoned I become.....We watch the clock....racing time..trying to fit it all in. Rushed goodbyes......mandatory words as we sign off.....the drop in elation and euphoria takes its toll.......wraps me in a black cloud. Self promises of never again.....but look....Im here again.....waiting......needing.....yearning, This drug you inject into me....feeding me....toxic. Its so strong, so real,......a psychiatrist would read so much more into it. I know its only keyboard strokes and freezing cameras......yet I cling to it.....needing it....wanting it,. Am I insane...am I obsessed?....Probably....but what harm is it doing?....Two people....sensible, responsible beings.....both knowing what our needs are...control and submission. To get us through another tedious 24 hours we play with each other.....both secretly knowing its untouchable,,,,......both finding what we have been searching for. Damn the world for being so big......So near..yet so far.