I'm real!
Not a single screen image liquids
on a virtual stimulator,
although you can't perceive
about my breath
whether warm as the savanna
long and wet caves,
female mysteries inhabit me,
as when words no longer read,
typed by keyboard thumping,
between the lines, become sensations overwhelmed,
skin shivers
consumed in vapors,
same as Africa in summer,
moans as the beast wounded,
in site jungles of passion.
Yes, it's just a game,
a very dangerous and placid,
you can't stop,
consumes with its flames,
where the pat phrases
you speak to feel my body,
the most secret textures,
to play without touching,
kissing from the ephemeral,
meandering slipped tongue
flashing on colored dunes,
curious to investigate my hands
in architecture of your feminine lap.
Hobby tantrums,
as a kingdom in a short space, so much,
imagining of me as your lover,
threshold crossed by ephemeral
of fiber optics, the command,
connecting the clandestine night,
the most delirious my fantasies,
the confession, "I'm yours",
vehement miss to meet
a worst love on bed technology,
a cyber sky amid embraces,
navigating between the moonlight,
legs to become a network
and desires, beyond the sea.
Author notes
Prompt: Quote:
Many Internet sites are just society with a keyboard'
~unknown
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
3000 points, ended June 25, 14 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Excellent and so well penned and though through. A great entry! Thanks so much.
Gaylene
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A very different take on the prompt, very well written.
a cyber sky amid embraces,
Beautiful line, brings up so many images.
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wonderful
very well expressed
very sensual
very realistic
the only thing you did leave out is the addictivity of internet relationships
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