lostintransit

So I sit and wait. My days are filled with the eternal waiting game,... time zones cause havoc with my body clock....I search and trawl, waiting for the glow of an icon telling me someone has thought of me enough to make contact. Stolen moments...a quick encounter....a glimpse of flesh..a dirty word...a kind touch. Self inflicted debauchery and pain.....a need insatiable.

So high you get me ..so zoned I become.....We watch the clock....racing time..trying to fit it all in. Rushed ...