Bodies lust painted
Shimmering puddles of semen
Resplendent armor
Bonded lovers cry
Vocal chords strained weary
Night sings triumphant
Spent dicks faltering
Savoring sweet effusion
A twitch on a thread
Glancing beneath sheets
Moan stains on crimson passion
Lost words of pleasure
Clinging hands hasten
Clutching retreating biceps
Sated and content
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
breath
expelled openly upon skin
pleasures
dark moist spaces
gasps
lavished on lust hardened pillows
penetrate
sweat stained air
cries
hit pain driven desired hands
faltering
finding release
moans
mewling under twin sized sheets
dissipating
orgasm heat
sighs
laden heavily with remorse
acknowledging
abandoned limbs
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