Sickness,nausea and insomnia. Love is...

here we go again, good sense thrown out as if it were old cloths
here we go again, head spinning unable to concentrate
stomach in knots, confused and sickly
here we go again, anger ignited at my stupidity
and loss of control

desire so strong I keep returning to revel in the pain
torture myself and the sexy woman in my sights
'cos we both know
we cannot have each other, no way forwards
just stretching the moment we had together

learning new tricks across the divide of the atlantic
get her off with words, watch her learn to make herself cum
watch her as if through glass, wanting to reach through
to touch her softness and bury myself between her thighs
damned technology fucking with my head!

so here we go again up to the heights peaking
before the crash, the broken bones smashed
to pieces on the harsh shore of reality
no sun in this skype I fly in, just a wriggling image of her
cumming again and again, my words to help her there

one week we have said then it must end, for the good of us both
one week of madness and ne'er to be realised dreams
for the sea is a big barrier but the least of ours should we
want to crash together exhausting ourselves into each other
stupid stupid fucker I am i cannot resist the urge to fly