Cyber dots on spidery webs
conceal the truth,
tempting you to believe
there is more
Wanting the words to continue
believing in the mystery,
succumbing absently
to the overkill
The distance closed by a thread
of words typed on white,
endless margins of
fragrant backgrounds
Colored music notes
of ecstasy touch,
lie hidden behind cyber dots
on spidery webs
Taste my love on your lips and tell me
am I sweetly tempting
Alas, you cannot feel these lips
nor taste our sex, my cyberlove
I see the words of lust driven desire
sprawled across the screen and I laugh
Nodding my acceptance
at the dirty secrets
Your cock tempts me with flattery
the sweat on your chest glistening
The video stutters and I gasp
and I watch in shameless awe
Until next time, my cyberlove
where we can meet and indulge
Our secrets will remain suspended
in the void between the commas
GL Roberts Books 