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The Cyber Nymph

The Cyber Nymph Loch David Crane August 18, 1997 Lie back--expose your belly ring up unto the sky. . . I just hope when I get down close it won't put out my eye! That summer I was 48 and she pert 25; I left Prozac in the cupboard and Reality went Live. I shoulda taken time to stop and used the vorpal rubber But 48 he couldn't wait to find another lover. So while the Sun was merciless to sand and skin and sea "If she swells I'm sure she'll tell, returning then to me." I must admit I got her drunk-- I used her just for sex: Blue and blond with freckles, suntanned buns and pecs. But she revealed computer skills That took away my breath. Her dancing cyber fingers sang; I soon saw who was best. Ol' 48 could bare compute "Not very fast" she said; "I've practiced years not to be fast" gasped I, collapsed in bed. Then the Sun warmed up the honey-- it dripped twice more in a row. Ulysses' "rosy-fingered dawn" beheld her frown, dress, and go. That freshly-flossed feeling reverberates my spine A smile wells up from deep inside and stays there all the time. At play I watched this cyber nymph on Netscape and E-mail; Her eyes flashed, fingers flying, shaking golden ponytail. "You're kinda slow," she grumbled, terrifying 48; "But I like that in a man," she grinned, making me feel great. My old 12 color monitor was not enough for her; More movies, GIFs, and videos flew by me in a blur. But 48 he had a trick: while she stared at the screen I spoke in her ear, nibbled her neck, and adored her like a Queen. I kissed and bit and licked and squirmed 'til wrists and spine went quiet-- The way a mouse's legs go still when python's on his diet. And then the honey dripped once more, the Sun was past its rise. I felt its rosy hug and knew that love was in my eyes. I asked her for her address, she wrote with @ in code; I said "I'm too old fashioned" and asked for her telephone. So when you dream, sweet 25, tall cyber nymph of mine, remember please old 48 who isn't past his prime. And as the honey of the Sun drips down into the sea I'll recall my Cyber Nymph and she will undelete me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 1/5/2022 9:10:00 AM
Lovely tempo and fascinating complex subject. Your words are netted together with cunning ability. Like train of thought only better! I like this a lot! FAVED!
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