Distance

Each night we talk from far away
but then I have to sleep alone
left hand right hand both betray
yet still elicit gasps and moans

I love to have you near at hand
to feel you silky soft and hot
then have you bend at my command
and lose desire’s battle fought

Submit to love in every way
bare your body and your soul
I too then enjoin the fray
to take then give away control

These things I think each night and morn
when we talk and burn the phone
grasping stroking till I’m worn
but in the end I’m still alone

Release denied and not yet spent
I close my eyes to lurid scenes
Then drift to sleep still not content
and dream the things that lovers dream