Was offered cyber sex today by a
graciously anonymous teen for no
reason except her feeling great –
improves her poetry she claimed.
Getting off on the web she said is
an out-of-harm's-way routine for
safe sexuality. For me it seems
ominously wasted young energy.
Said thanks, but no thanks, a wry
old wank means less these days –
hot & damp breathing reads less
acoustically than the real deal.
Mutely she may have appealed,
but abides with restless hands.
© 8 May 2008, I. D. Carswell