What dark desires haunt your dreams?

Fingertips ache to trace the lines of your back. I miss the scent of you. I long to breath you in. Shutting my eyes tight, I search for the taste of you on my lips. I listen to your recorded voice on my phone and remember the commands you whispered in my ear that made me wet.

Am I a willing thing kneeling at the foot of your bed, bound to you as tightly as I am by these red ribbons biting into my fevered flesh?

Tonight I feel you next to me. Although you are miles and ages away, my mind and body experience you without the limitations of time and space.

A symphony of cicadas announced summer nights under a sliver of silver moonlight. Humid breezes teased my locks and inspired canopies to dance above. Cocooned in a swaying hammock I asked myself, “where is my bliss?”