leaping in the atmosphere
lusting after all the lasses
and as many piece of asses
as I flit from there to here–
a Cyber Cavalier.
Sometimes I like to linger
as I tease one with my finger.
Others, I give fits
As I lick their luscious tits,
but I’m not one who hovers
when I search for on line lovers
or care about a tear–
I’m a Cyber Cavalier.
I show my sex appeal
pretending it’s all real,
taking lovers without shame
never giving them my name
or giving them my heart
as I keep them all apart
saying what they want to hear–
I’m a Cyber Cavalier.
I never think I’m cheating
when I have a cyber meeting,
but sometimes I’m amused
when I find myself confused
and wonder what I’m doing
or who it is I’m screwing
when I suddenly appear—
a Cyber Cavalier.
I have to admit its tiring
when I find myself perspiring
not wanting to get caught
by the lover who has thought
I was hers and hers alone,
not wanting to be known
I call so many dear–
a Cyber Cavalier.
It’s not that it’s a calling
doing all this on-line balling.
I guess I like romance
and so I take the chance
that in this life above
I won’t find myself in love.
Although it was nice
being close once or twice.
It’s hard to be that near
when you’re a Cyber Cavalier.
But sometimes I have toyed
with the thought there’s a void
that makes me seek on line
a lover to make mine,
and think I’m having fun
taking lovers one by one
tempting fate without fear—
a Cyber Cavalier.
I know I’m elusive
and completely non-exclusive.
It’s just the game I play—
What else is there to say?
But there are times I’m lying
when I think it’s satisfying,
times I shed a tear
as a Cyber Cavalier.
And know what I am missing
with imaginary kissing,
wanting someone who is real
someone I can feel,
someone I can know
there’s nowhere else to go
someone so dear
I won’t be a cavalier.
