Span the distances, stand the length of time,
Geography, a measurement, or a pantomime,
Filled with fantasies, echoed pleasantly online,
Spiking heartbeats that exceed the borderline.
Foreplay, a special language, instant message,
Stimulating excitement, destiny with courage,
As the routine boredom becomes truly obsolete,
And stolen time crests, emotionally bittersweet.
Caution, tossed away, discarded in the breeze,
Soft, gentle, caressing words, meant to please,
Commitments, promises made, yet not fulfilled,
A relationship, created, a bond quietly instilled.
Sub-zero, the chill of his breath freezes to ice,
Comments, questions, communication, a device,
That conquers, controls, instigates loving words,
While skilful hands manipulate humming birds.
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Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I've never had cyber-sex.
ROFL...good work, Trish. Glad to see you back in gear.
Love,
Bette
The net is a true Jeckyll and Hyde, that needs wise minds to tour it!;-)good one!
Love,
Ei
A very interesting piece, Trish.
Giggling sister!!
Love Tinky :P
To look at the www, truly has quite the pantomime effect. It's real; but is it? Maybe or maybe not. Almost; yet not quite.
We can chat and interact with those around the world, but when it's turned off (with just a click) it's nothing but a blank dark screen, and a few, neon lights. No promises to meet, flashing back and forth between two virtual, yet real strangers.
Sometimes I wonder if somebody somewhere is going to click a button in their virtual world, and we'll be gone that quickly also.
Scary isn't it?
Its good to see you again Patricia!
Lisa