desire

i create fantasy worlds for us to play and touch one another. I wish you could join me.
i'm not too creative, The worlds aren't much different than ones we have experienced: your dorm room, my bedroom, your future apartment, familiar and comfortable places like these.
i wish you could join me, though in some way i know you do.
When i am with you we touch each other, and hold each other's bodies.
And i penetrate you. and there is lots of movement.
and we both moan in pleasure.

today, you were on top of me, your head was thrown back, and my eyes were closed.
then i opened my eyes and saw you, and it had been so long since i had seen you, and so long since we touched, and i grabbed you and pulled you down so our chests were together. and i could feel you.

and in this swedish world, I stopped touching myself. And kept you in my grasp held still.
for as long as i could imagine.

and thinking about it now makes me so heavy with desire.
and its real and tangible, but not.

and my breathing changes rhythm. and my eyes get watery.
and its real and tangible.
but i am alone.
or nearly so, because i can almost feel you breath.