If sex was a bulletin we'd all be sluts
marking each other's boxes in xyz-
PDQ?
Nah, we don't need to examine,
everyones' pants are down.
looped around ankles as we
trip over our internet connection.
But that's okay, we still have foreplay:
Your favorite color?
Purple.
Yeah, that's the spot.
Are you missing anyone?
Kinda...
*Moans*, you drive me insane...
As questions stimulate answers
and arousal is played out in a game of 20 questions
-or was it 30?-
I begin stroking my ego before you
recorded live on a bulleted webcam.
Myspace never felt so sexy.
But we must be careful.
If you don't wear your firewall you might catch something
STD's blistering on the screen
as your laptop goes black from the strain.
But don't worry, Dr. Norton can sort this out,
his anti-virus protection is cheap in this digital age.
And after you're all suited up
I'll take you on a date
guarenteed to raise your satirical libido
as we spam youtube, and facebook;
My status as your pickup line.
I'll leave wall posts,
you'll leave comments
and our union will electrify.
Words like tongues
swapping saliva as we French...
our introductory messages.
Oh lalala, mon cheri. Je m'appellee Marie.
Enchanté, vous etes magnifique!
But our static lives are far from introduced.
while photos and blogs shake hands
one can only question the validity of our knowledge.
Who are you really?
And who am I?
With a newfound paranoia
we quickly depart each other's company
like waking up the next morning after too much wine
and not enough sobriety.
Treading lightly, so as not to wake the other up.
As we gather our wits and turn on our respective interfaces
we do not stop to consider
we act
Your favorite color is?
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
I am still smiling and admiring. lol
Thanks so much!
