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NOTE: This is a collection of free verse
that tells a story about cybersex. As the 
author, I retain all copyrights -- but one 
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FREE VERSE POETRY COLLECTION

Title: CYBER-CHARADE
 By: s.a.m ©1997

Intimate Strangers

Whirling through endless electronic realms
You launched your lust upon electric currents
Of cresting cybercircuits, wanting a fantasy,
A lover who would create a magic moment,
A mystery-space in time, oblivious as to why,
Escape into a virtual world of intimacy.

You sat behind a computer, obscured,
An anonymous stranger seeking bliss
In a virtual kiss, cock-throbbing caresses
For the strong, hard thrusts into an imaginary
Woman writing as wildly as the fire
Engulfing you in the flames of desire,
Searing the screen where you stared
At passionate words racing hotly through
An artificial tunnel where distance disappears,
And there's only you and her, man and woman,
Locked in a primal dance of deathless energy.

Later, drained and dazed, you tell her
(Though you too suspect it's not true)
That virtual intimacy is quite normal,
And it's safe for total strangers
To share a dream of sexual thirst
Which spans the continents onscreen.

Somehow discomfort sets in, she seems
To bridge the cold void of emotionless
Oceans, the many wires and phone lines
Separating you both, asking questions
You'd rather not answer, nor ask
Of her either. Yet she persists & requests
You reveal more than you meant to --
It's like waking the next bleak morning
When a one-night stand stays too long.

Disentangling yourself from the intimate
Strangeness, which you could have prevented,
You exit, flushed and slightly ashamed:
It was only a brief, mindless event,
You and yourself, touching and stroking;
She was a bright screen lit by lust
And you were as needy as she was...
You tell yourself it was not real,
Only a blind jerkoff in a virtual world,
A fragmentary collision of intimate strangers.
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    Modern Dreamers & Lovers

Stars in space dance white-hot,
And sparkle brilliant in night skies,
While the cosmos breathes a sigh,
Echoing universal, human desires;
We are both rocked in the cradle
Of the mystical, magical Milky Way,
And though our separate destinies
Lie somewhere out there, indefinite,
We have arrived at the same gate
Where a new, foreign landscape
Awaits us in the electronic realm,
An enchanted dreamscape for modern man.

Stars for eons have spun endlessly
And lit many ancient nighttime skies,
Inspiring those long-ago dreamers & lovers,
For the cosmos is ageless and exists
For us, mortals of human birth;
But the modern frontier we're exploring,
Through electric currents & cybercircuits,
Has given us a unique chance to embrace,
To touch, to caress and cherish each other
In a time and place only recently invented,
Yet as eternal and timeless for us
As the grand vista of outer space
Was for dreamers and lovers in the past.
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 Romance

You live & love halfway round the earth
>From where I am in my southern world;
You lead a life of emotional intensity,
A singer of songs, a talented music-man,
Weaving charmed rhythms in smoky clubs,
Nights of hauntingly sad melodies,
Or thunderous beats of rock and roll...
You are in that exotic, foreign land
Where the ancient, ageless Adriatic sea
Divides sandy coasts from rugged shores,
And yet I sense it has never tamed you,
Nor cured you of being a restless soul,
A vibrant, passionate man who listens
And hears long-ago echoes out beyond
The mountainous terrain surrounding him:
     Still a youthful dreamer...
      Still yearning for the unattainable...
Searching for something that all artists pursue:
              Romance.
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  Passionate Music

You are a soulful music-man,
A singer of songs divine,
And you charm effortlessly --
  Oh, I know it's true:
Your smoldering performances
That exude potent sensuality,
A sexy smile, a hot glance,
A smooth, hypnotic voice...
Your mesmerize them all,
The audience of adoring fans.

I can't compete with addiction,
Your talented exhibitionist act,
Or your need for anonymous faces
Enraptured as you entertain...
But I can offer you a key to freedom
For you can be open with me,
Release your silent, buried fantasies
And learn how a low, soft melody
Builds into a crescendo of burning desire
To create an unrelenting, savage beat
That reels you with mounting intensity
Until all your unspoken longings
Burst into a blaze of passionate music.
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Love Given

I know you fear
I want and need more
Than you can offer;
But you are wrong
For I only have one wish
And that, my darling is
To love you, to free you,
Awaken you to the magic
Of desire and passion
You may be missing
Without even knowing it.

I know you are happy, fulfilled
By your life, your wife, your children,
And I would never, ever intrude
Into that special family world
You and they have strongly built:
  I'd die a little if I did.

I know you may retreat, withdraw,
Unwilling to accept my love,
And I will understand if you do --
But what is truly important
  Music-man of my dreams,
Is that I've told you,
  Somehow shown you,
And for even one moment
  Made you feel loved,
Desired, wanted by me...
  For love given,
    Love felt by another,
Is always better shared,
  Than held silently within.
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  Magic Music-Man

It's not that I wanted
  The falling, the fearing
And the poignant yearning,
Or the sweet dance of desire...
        No!
I wasn't searching for magic
  Or the exquisite torture
    Of blissful hurt
  That swells my heart
  To overflowing joy!

It's not that I needed
  The aching, the breaking
And the crazed delirium
  Of lusting for you...
Or the dark, mad mystery
  That trembles in my body,
   Shakes my sanity,
   Weakens my legs...
         No!

It is only that I found
  You this moment
    In eternity --
And I cannot deny
 The power, the beauty,
   The grand design
Of our chance meeting,
When I know now you exist
  Out there somewhere
And I am lost here...
  So in love with you,
     A magic music-man.
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  Virtual Universe

How did this happen?
How could I let it?
I've never met you,
Never touched you
  In the flesh...
   Yet you exist
    In my soul --
I'm in love
   With a shadowy
    Music-man,
A ghostly figment
Of my imagination.

Have I deceived myself?
How could I believe
You'd feel a flicker,
   A sudden, brief
Leap of your heart
Instead of your cock?

How foolish I am...
A lost, silly woman,
  Madly in love!
Craving your charisma
  Music-man,
I am yours to command.

Living in our fantasy
I'll accept your lust,
 Your sexual hunger,
Without promise of love
 Or a soulful bond...
Confined within the boundaries
Of a cold, virtual universe,
Because I love you that much.
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  Virtual Apollo

What would it take to make
You want me half as much
As I want you wildly aroused?

Do you know I lie awake
Staring at my dark ceiling,
Wanting your glowing words onscreen,
Aching for a vibrant, virtual touch,
A cross-continent online fuck?

Your image is stored, a mistake,
For it has unleashed in me
A volcano of molten, melting desire:
You are an Apollo, the beautiful
Greek God of music, a healer,
The male God of light and truth...
Are you the cruel Wolf-god too?

You've gone, the computer screen blank,
No messages, no email as I sit alone
Dreaming of your thick, dark hair,
Full lips that invite wet kisses,
And those deep, soulful eyes that lure
Women like me into near hysteria,
Sick with waiting, wanting and despair.
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  Neon-Blue Nowhere

The forbidden world of cybersex
Captured me unaware, sent
My senses reeling into orbit,
Spinning wildly out of control,
Existing in a strange space,
Faceless, inventing a random
Rendezvous with a phantom,
A dashing, sexy music-man:
Both of us living breathless,
Neither here, nor wholly there,
  Disembodied but ardent,
Somewhere in the neon-blue nowhere.

The x-rated world of cybersex
Laid bare my secret fantasies,
And I lost all my inhibitions:
No denial, only lustful bliss,
Uncensored freedom to express
Buried desires, wild scenarios,
And even if I risk my heart,
My body is safe, my soul strong,
I'm rescued by the cyber-charade
That keeps us all returning:
  Blessed Anonymity...
Neither here, nor wholly there,
Somewhere in the neon-blue nowhere.

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NOTE: This is the second part of an ongoing
poetry collection about cyber-lovers. As the 
author, I retain all copyrights -- but one 
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welcomed via email: s.a.m@usa.net 
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CYBER-CHARADE PART 2 [m/f]
  By s.a.m
     ©1997

ARTISTIC ECSTASY

The ring and sing of guitar strings,
Your evocative voice is perfection;
Draining emotions from your soul
You look at the rapt crowd,
Know you have them mesmerized:
You lift, tilt, propel them at will...
You're a music-man in the limelight,
In the grips of a powerful artistic ecstasy,
   Performance your aphrodisiac,
A slave to your overwhelming talent,
And you live & breathe for that moment
When the audience applauds you,
   The singer of songs.

My fingers skillfully sing stories & poetry
As I play the computer keyboard expertly,
Draining emotions from my soul,
Creating characters, situations, lives
In fictional places for unknown faces,
Hoping my readers are mesmerized
As I touch, move them with written words;
I'm a creative writer at my zenith
Flying high into artistic ecstasy,
  Stories, poetry my aphrodisiac,
A slave to my demanding talent,
And I live & breathe for that moment
When anonymous readers become fans
  Of the author of their dreams.
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DISTANT ECHOES

Poets know the old truths,
The wisdom of the ages:
Distance lends enchantment 
To lovers on separate continents;
Like a dark memory forbidden
Past passion's promise beckons,
A lethal poison impossible to resist,
Torturing in its cruelty...

So we pretend we're alone,
One long night together in bed,
Betrayal and bliss on our lips,
Dying gladly in each other's arms --
We'd burn the world behind us,
The dim, dead realm of tragedy;
Eyes focused intensely on ecstasy,
We'd live in a land of fantasy,
Lovers trying to cheat bad karma,
Now oceans apart, ship-wrecked in time,
Punished for something left undone,
Victims of an ill-fated, bittersweet love
Somewhere back there in our past lives.

It's true I'm a poet,
Should know the old wisdom,
Yet my soul calls for you,
A lonely, haunted echo
Down cold, distant canyons...
We're lost, doomed by fate & destiny,
But I'll always & forever wonder
If you recognize my forlorn voice
In your faraway, sunny paradise,
Understanding we were once lovers
Like we'll never, ever be with others?
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DESIRE

Sometimes you let slip
Vaguely worded sentences
That cut into my soul,
Force me to almost conclude
There's a void of emptiness
In your past experiences:
Something essential is missing--
You've never quite been obsessed,
Enthralled by the burning rush,
The crush of wild insanity,
Consumed in the throes of lust,
Lost to reason, utterly helpless
In the grip of romantic madness,
A hopeless victim of desire,
Your heart naked, vulnerable,
Madly in love, wanting a woman,
A willing slave to sexual pleasure.

That kind of passionte love affair
Has no limits, no boundaries,
It won't wait for permission
Or ever let you go --
It grabs you by the throat
And before you know it,
You're acting crazy and strange,
You're saying, 'I shouldn't'
But you do anyhow...
And you are far beyond
Reason or rational thought...
You've fallen into a primitive
Fire that rules the universe,
  Ancient and dangerous:
   People live for it,
      Kill for it,
      Die for it...
Yet until you've felt its power,
You've never fully known desire.

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I TELL MYSELF

I tell myself there's a logical reason
For my wild, passionate obsession
With you -- this can't be romantic love:
It's too swift, too sweet, too soon
To swoon over a phantom music-man
I've never even heard sing or perform...
And besides, you won't admit love enough,
You have reservations, some grave doubts
About the slow-awakening flame of feeling
You are struggling in vain to smother
In your long dead-cold heart and soul.

I tell myself lies trying to deny
The truth of a love strong as life,
I write these blatant fabrications to you,
Inventing psycho-babble and falsehoods
About elaborate past childhood
Wounds that have drawn me to you...
And you probably know I'm fearful
Instead of seeking hidden insights
Into subconscious patterns of behavior;
Or you are too wise, too kind to correct
My blind search for an impossible escape
>From the depth and despair of a love
We can never, ever consummate.

I tell myself all this and more,
  I tell it to you in poetry,
And yet we both understand
  It's far too late for denial
Of a love affair already ignited.
----------------------------------------------------


Meet Me In Paris

Distance is wasted space between us
Though my heart beats with yours, lost,
   And in my dreams we touch, kiss,
Lovers beyond the realm of limitations.

Music-man, you could be mine
In a rendezvous, a time-out-of-time,
   An ardent romantic interlude
In that charming, beautiful city of light
Where lovers stroll arm-in-arm
Dreaming together by the Seine,
Moonlight falling in blue shadows
Through tall windows of bedrooms,
All those lovers sharing rapture.

Distance is not forever a barrier,
It is easily banished by travel,
   And if I held out my hand 
Asking you in a dreamy voice,
"Meet me in Paris, darling?"
Would you ever dare risk it --
A stolen fantasy, an erotic encounter
With a woman so in love with you?

I think not -- yet I still dream
Of Paris in the ghostly moonlight,
Blue shadows falling through tall windows
Into our room where we lie entwined,
Lovers together at last, no longer fantasy.
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