She woke up by her clock alarm

She’d had another torrid dream

Of lying in her lover’s arms

But via... her computer screen

It wasn’t her initial goal

That he would press the ‘Insert’ key

And now she thinks she’s lost Ctrl*

Too late to press Esc** you see

He’s found her ‘PowerPoint’ you know

He’s like a lubricated ‘Dell’

He’s even let his hard drive show

And shown his ‘RAM’ to her as well

From emails then to instant chat

She never knew that coming next

A friend she thought was only that

 Would cyber-sex her via text.

 * control

** escape