The Hand of Time-Space Continuum and the Variable Truth of Your Lies

The hardship of a long distance connection and it's eventual disconnection. The lies we are able to escape telling because of these virtual barriers.

I have never held your hand but they sure fit mine. 

Like a perfectly tailored suit hugging every curve, just right. 

There's not much to go on except the awful truthfulness of the lies you tell. 

Your voice, deep and soothing, exudes sex as it conveys through those full lips, 

The stories of a man within a life an entire world wide web apart from mine. 

I can do nothing but let myself swallow all of you into my consciousness

And dwell on that memory within my callous daydreams. 

I tell myself to let go completely for this time I am ready.

I only accomplish to fall as I fail to reason with my own doubt. 

Alas, it turns out that I am not ready as so are you not a willing partner. 

In the wake of my full embodiment of sanity I would conclude to a reversal of heart.