Sailor - distance

I make you send me movies of you wanking. I watch them flicker on my tiny screen. I listen to the sounds that you make, all moaned in satisfaction. It gets me going. It gets me hot. It mitigates the separation. Just a little, not a lot. 

We talk to each other in the dark, at night. The kind of conversations that a woman and a man have, when all they want to do is fuck each other. And then we touch ourselves, separate but together. 

I come so hard that it makes my teeth hurt and my palms burn and my legs numb, and I close my eyes and try to imagine the heat of your body next to me. 

Sometimes I can convince myself' you're almost there.