Touching through the phone
Kissing and caressing, through our mobile screens, the closest we get to making love apart from in our dreams
I'll send you something then wait for you to ping me in return, each sentence designed to turn us on, to make our passions burn
Kissing you and touching your skin, I nip and kiss your thighs, you reply with a "Oh don't stop" I swear I hear your sighs
I feel it when you claw me, I can feel you rake my skin, each sent word filled with desire, matched only by their sin
Your alone in your big bed, I'm alone as well in mine, trying to share some intimacy, in words that are devine
Never sharing in the real world, though I share you in my dreams, my visions feel like you are here, as crazy as it seems
Our words build a picture up, they inspire dreams and rhyme, of how we are together, if only for the briefest time
So I love to see your name appear late at night when I'm all alone, we get to share time in our world, touching through the phone
THE KINKY POET
