Refresh

Refresh.
Your name pops up on my screen. I click again to see if it's true.
I hit refresh and your name greets my screen again. My excitement bubbles over and my heartbeat breaks its slow rhythm.
A click and the flick of the light switch is all that is necessary for this journey. Your voice creeps into my drums and play your seductive song -- I'm yours once again. With only a whisper, my eyes close to your fantasy; our fantasy. And with only a moan, all the surrounding background is silence. This is your playground now and I follow into your depths. You build pyramids with words and create paintings with each passing phrase. Your lines leave me without breath and without a want to move. I am paralyzed with each second you drip into my ear.
Tell me you want me. Call me the names I know you love saying. Scream into my ear as you lose yourself. Let me fall again. Let me dive headfirst into your most intimate moments. Yours give way to mine.
I want; I close my eyes and listen. I crave; my breathing quickens and the pit of my stomach deepens. I need; I'm transported and my motions are yours.
But, how do I translate my wanton urges for a fantasy into something more? Is it just a short journey or do I need to create more? To create something from nothing. Do I act upon it? Is this just a childish infatuation -- a trick of primal feelings?  You share your moments without a desire to hear mine; the scales are uneven. Do I dare share you mine?

Then, it ends. Our time is over. All the words I write in my head are yours; you know I am yours. I agonize over the phrases, the openings, the paragraphs, and the lines, but I cannot send you anything. I dare not.