CyberMusings

Please feel free to refer to my stories CyberLover and CyberLoverBoy as this poem was written in tandem with those stories. I have dear friends and suggestive affairs that I relish on-line. But it is ever a double-edged sword.

I am dreaming of sweetness and light-
Butterflies winging over flowers and glade.

Lying, sleepily, in a strong man’s arms-
Released and sated, and warmed through to my soul..

But the news and the Internet: my telephone lines to the world-
Are full of murder, terrorists and the kidnapping of a five year old.

No warm man, in my arms or my bed-
But lonely souls locked in their purgatories.

They reach to me, begging me, imploring, beseeching-
In their own search for joy, fulfillment, distraction.

I feed off their frustrations, and harden their cocks-
With an imagination that heats my blood and theirs.

The chats and e-mails; fantasizing, masturbating, jacking,
fingering- Oh, the excitement…

Of auto-arousal and self-orgasm-
Cheap, discreet-cheating, convenient and safe.

All of the fun, non of the risks-
To one’s heart, one’s pocketbook, to one’s soul.

But what of the simple joy-
     Of brown eyes gazing into green ones
     A big callused hand held by a small, soft one
     A strong shoulder to rest my head upon.

What of the intimacy of two human bodies merged into one?

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