The new safe sex

I hadn't seen him since last November. I visited him in Paris but had to return to London. He said he would visit but he didn't. My mobile became my go-between. I'd send him messages, pictures and videos and hoped he would respond in kind. He did. Often. We spent days and weeks anticipating every physical act we will perform when we next meet. It's outrageous and totally unrealistic but it's fun. Truth is, neither of us wants to travel at this time so we're in stasis. It's good to have a target, an aim and it's even better when its unattainable. Frustration and imagined desire is the new safe sex. One day, I hope we'll still have Paris.