Sublimation

I'm shy to share my fantasies 

I write to a stranger on instant chat

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as my teeth aim to massage my lips

My mind begins to travel

We have kept our identities anonymous in attempt to promote honesty throughout the exchange 

"Tell me what you want"

I type, then retract.

An ellipses bubble icon taunts the patient gentleman

I am reminded how anonymous this chatroom is

And it's like my fingers begin to form a brain of their own 

"I envision the reflection of cars passing by, through the mere entrance of the room blinds

Quiet rain painting the window pane of the darkened space

A silence so haughty that we can hear each other breathe

And just enough of a chill so that when you touch me

Electricity shoots through my skin."

I wait for his response

Now I am the one tormented by the ellipsis bubble

He is not so cruel

He texts in bursts

I'm amused.

He responds:

 

"Very good. Is there anything else you can picture my hands doing?"

I pause for a moment. I know he wants me to grow bolder

And there is a sense of boiling going on in the undercurrent

This time it takes me less time to respond

The intimacy is growing 

"You take some time to learn the intricacies of my flesh

Like which parts are rounded

And the shape of my breasts

You tease me beneath my clothing

And study my response

You slide your hands into my jeans

Palms narrow and face down

And you rub on me until I practically plead you to quit teasing 

Until your hand leaves a familiar trace

So that next time, it won't take as long to get acquainted." 

The Ellipsis makes its famous appearance as my eyes grow heavy. 

I fight to wait and see his response 

3, 2, 1 

The sleep is stealthy

So I continue this séance in the realm of phantasy