Touching Myself

The world fades and  
I hear only the tender  
whispers of Shane’s voice,  
each word pointing to  
a symphony of desire.  
 
A cascade of sensations  
washes over me when  
I touch myself, lost in  
my cocoon of pleasure.  
 
How can such strong emotions  
sing from this fragment of  
creation that is my flesh?  
 
Distance dissolves and I  
feel Shane inside of me  
as he was only hours before.  
 
Now alone, my fingers plant  
the seeds of desire and  
nourish the bond we’ll share  
tomorrow when he returns.