O sweet baby,
it's so magical,
this technoligical-realm
of fantasy!

My apparent want of you
is fiery, so astronomical.
I succumb to your
desirous-advances,
make love to you
in the shadows.

I can taste your
"Y" in space,
rinse
the screen-dust
off my tongue & face,
but then what darling?

French kiss you in email,
whisper sweet nothings
into my cell,
finger your text,
do you with symbols,
*** you up good in jpeg,
explode together on Skype,
hammer you on Twitter,
free flow into you with a fax,
seed you with a nice
warm stream of pixels?

O my dear lady,
I miss the feel of real flesh,
the sensation of your
feminine flower-grip,
that sultry look
in your pretty-eyes,
the wanton shuddering,
nailed-fingers streaking on my back,
your hypnotizing unrecorded-vocals
& the alluring fragrance
of your raw hot-skin.

And O I feel lonelier now,
more than ever
before this modern age of science
& hi-tech communication.

How 'bout you,
do you feel the same???
Just sext me &
let me know!
:-P...