Nakedly conversing, yet fully dressed,
disrobing each other....virtually;
technology..... the compensation,
allowing words, voices to fill-
the senses with great stimulation,
as you image in your keen Third Eye
what her sweatheart lips
want to visit;
and she describes it... so damn well.
It's a game you only dare to play,
knowing when ther' be only her and you,
to spark this chimeric aura,
that bounds you to virtual climax.
But, why do people taunt themselves
when 'Taste be the essence elixur,
when 'Touch', be the only true rhapsody?
Because the ''Taunt'' is to enjoy
the ''Taste and Touch'' all the more!
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem