Inside of this world, their minds are now racing,
No physical forms, merely two souls embracing.
They yearn, they pine, they long... to touch,
Though nothing is spoken, too soon, too much.
They have just now met, in this electronic place,
too late to abandon, for their souls have embraced ,
Through text and type, they have spoken and teased,
But the hunger inside them cannot be appeased.
Be cautious! Go Slow! Do not rush to this thing,
remember the last one, the pain it did bring.
So she holds him at bay, stops from moving too fast,
Yet feels in her heart, this time, it might last.
She yearns for his touch, to hold her and more,
She begins to imagine being tied to the floor,
Her limbs spread afar, her breasts do now heave,
with each stroke of the lash, and the stinging it leaves.
You must count them! He thunders, while rubbing her ass,
Yes Sir, I'll do better, she wimpers at last.
Now his fingers inside her, his breath on her hair, she wriggles and moans,
her body's convulsing, with a mind of it's own.
To the edge of release, he takes her and then,
stops in an instant, denied yet again!
Over and over and over this played,
Each time this much closer, yet always delayed.
The pressure inside her, now making her numb,
she finally remembers .... "Sir, may I cum?"
With a nod from his his head, her body explodes,
and she lays there and quivers, at the end of this road.
But now back to the keyboard, reality calls,
The fantasy over, momentum to stall.
It seemed so surreal, yet they know they must wait,
She prays for a moment, that this man is her fate.
The calm washes over, her soul with great care,
The feelings seemed real, like his breath on her hair,
With sudden awareness, she becomes quite aware,
It was not just her dream, he had joined her in there.