Long distance lover

I return home to find the hard drive filled with hope. The sensor cameras switched, motions detected, images captured, delicious expectation. I check first for the bathroom entries, the creme de la creme. Gosh! 700 megs. I treasure our shower time together. In the mornings with your eyes all puffy, hair bedraggled, red marks trace your body, matching the creases in the sheets. The way you always start by tilting your hair back into the water. The routine you follow when soaping your body, starting with your arms, legs, your stomach and then spending a little longer than necessary on your sex. I don't deny you that little pleasure my darling. We all have our vices and I never judge you, never. You are more important to me than life itself. Sometimes I watch you in slow motion, taking in your every nuance, savouring you like a sunset. I check more files, bedroom, kitchen, lounge, all filled. I feel the dopamine released and coursing through my veins. The drug of love, natural and addictive, as are you. I open the kitchen file and share a meal with you. You read the paper while I read your face. Zoom, click and pause. A wry smile at a cartoon. Click and slow, a smile creep creep creeps slowly showing your top teeth. Hands in the suds. Let the dishes dry themselves. Never puts away the cereal. The morning news with a coffee. Bath robe slips from your legs and I am bliss. A few files remain. Bedroom to dress. Email to check in study. Back to the bathroom for makeup, which you do not need my love. Natural and addictive. Blush matches my warm cheeks. Lipstick, oh how I wish. Eyeliner. Close to the mirror now. Closer. The picture flickers, crackles. You stop what you do. Curious. You look into my eyes for the first and last time.

Dan