Distance

You streak across my sky like a meteor…
“Hello, I liked your story” you write.
Suddenly my half-comfortable world is ripped apart as I can’t stop
thinking of you, dreaming, wondering if you are really the one.
Your charm overwhelms me…that caring, that understanding.

We finally meet….those shoulders, those eyes…nipples rising under my fingertips.
From the first moment, I am yours.
Crashing passion,
You driving into my wetness, showing me that love doesn’t
Always have to be soft.

And it’s not.
The jagged edges of the miles between us rip our words apart, shattering our understanding of each other.
Things that we thought we knew are suddenly not so clear, and the distance
is always there.

But passion grows…
Sweat-soaked cries across the phone lines, straining face on the webcam
as I fuck myself for you- your words crashing over me,
pushing me further than I’ve ever gone.
“Can I be your lil’ girl, Daddy?” I hear myself cry,
rivers of wetness streaming down my leg.
My tongue, diving into your ass in the moonlight as I take you into the mystical realms.
Sharing everything- our fears, our dreams, our desires…almost everything so perfect.

Me, crying on your shoulder in front of the fire,
you, strong and safe.
“I’m always yours, baby”, you tell me, and I know its true,
unless I drive you away with my fear.
And always, the distance….bridged by passion, and love, and trust,
but always there.