lostintransit

The undying love you speak for one, but do you know that they are not the one you thought they were? Has not their style of writing changed, their method of enticing you to that sweet space of submission and trust differed in the last few months from whence they began?.
Do you wonder at all or are you lost in the rapture of someone feeding off your own need for need and belonging?.
Look deep behind, search from the beginning.
Time frames, pauses in contact,clear the rose coloured ...

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 ...