Virtual Sex

by

Doug Larson

It is useless to resist
the temptation of a kiss,
or that primal tugging at your loins.
The discretionary tryst
right under your skin,
blood pulsing sin
throughout your hungry flesh, searching
for a place to put it in
and use it as was meant.
With ecstasy now spent
in afterglow and lazy respiration,
your hard desire softly bent
like your broken will so resolute;
you lie there satisfied and mute,
a smile resting on your trembling lips.
The sweetness of forbidden fruit
now fills your dreams
with lustful screams
throughout the loneliness of night,
until the sun flows morning streams
through eastern windows to your bed,
to wake you from your fitful rest
with last night's odors dark and deep
to fill your cavern chest
with sweet hot satisfaction.
And you will rise to the occasion;
for the evening brought you boundless joy
or at least, a simulation.

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