Cyber Byte

by

Phil Pochurek

Touch my keys
To hear your lust
I'm your cellular phone
A millennium must.
In your office, in your car, anytime
For safe sex at your finger tips,
With someone you can trust,
With your body, your mind .
Reach out with androgynous ears
Release yourself and have no fears,
The possibilities are endless.
Touch me. Touch me.
You're binary now
Fiber optically linked.
Your hard drive humming
On your lap/top.
Your mind is melding
While your fingers are screaming
Across the keys.
You're a sexual thesaurus
A siren of titan, with word wrap.
Every one knows the best sex goes on
Behind the eyes,
Behind the semi colons:
Behind the backslash/me with ecstasy.
The call of the Pentium
Cannot be denied.
I've tried other drugs
To help me subside,retreat,let go,
But there's no where to hide
From your mind.
Once you're caught in the net
And you've been fellated
There's no going back.
You're all ready castrated
By the convenience of your touch.
No condoms to buy, you've got a modem.
No sheets, no bed, you've got a web-site instead,
Virus protected and clean.
In the comfort of your PC's womb
Alone with your desires
Ramming home bits of testostrone,
Like pieces of wood
You feed her fires.
Cyber Bytes the hand that guides you
Over the claw marks
Down the back of your screen save/her,
But nobody can.
Touch me. Touch me.

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