Cyber-laced Euphoria      (A collaboration shaman & gigi)

 


On this cold screen before me,  
A picture, a face so unique, looks at me  
Taping on these keys, typing to you  
You have no idea  
That With-in my mind  
I make the scenario,  
This dance of devious temptation.  
Thus, I then lust for you.  
With precision I make you  
Do my minds bidding.  
I crave it,  
Placating with steps  
I tip-toe over your body  
Through my mind,  
Its progressions  
I make you twist to my plans. 
You mold to me.  

I hold you in my grip 
So steady 
You throb though HD color 
Wide screened, flattened against skin 
Breasts leave marks on the LCD’s surface 
My hardened nipples stand erect 
At your webcam image 
Uttering digital tones 
Quickened fingers to clit 
Pure bliss strikes my slit 
Wetness ensues over nimble fingers 
As you spell incorrect 
But I catch your meaning 
Through the heated web 
Of cyber-laced euphoria 
I want to bring you to the end 
But there’s still fun to be had 
Give me your breath, wirelessly 
And make every pump of your 
Cock inside my threshold 
Ping me into ecstasy  

Cradled in the arms of night,  
With the microphone between my thighs  
Surrendering to the moonlit skies,  
Yearning for the man behind the screen  
Lost inside his eerie grace,  
While blanketed in silken lust,  
Screaming out unquenched desire,  
Licking up my own desire from nibbling fingers  
And this seductive fiend takes hold,  
Crushing all my fragile bones,  
Eyes roll back into my head,  
Never regretting what I have become...

I tip from edge to sky 
In my mind I visualize falling pleasure 
As it descends upon me in waves 
Your electric image shocks my core 
I explode as you explode 
An unfathomable passage of eroticism 
That leaves my bones trembling 
And my station dripping 
With beads of sweat upon the leather  
With one pulse 
We share this space infinitely 
Cling to me still, devious digital prince 
Make me shudder in my seat, yet again 
The night is young 
My fingers have endurance enough 
To carry my imagination 
And my body, entirely 
Upon your whim 
For I am drunk in your sight 
And I am at the mercy 
Of your bandwidth’s desire