the ghost of fingertips on my chest,
the memory of her kiss,
the thought of her holding me tight,
lost in our self-made bliss.
the dance of your words across the screen
sends shivers down my spine;
your actions transmitted over the web
keeps me wishing you were mine.
p'haps i want more
than just a free ride,
i have tokens-gifts-to share,
and want to feel it inside.
i want to feel my heart's at home,
and your gaze drowning me.
i want to have the other half too,
your touch real, not dreamed.
i wish for your fingertips on my chest,
your lips against my own,
your warm arms holding me tight,
and ecstasy to the bone.