What is this place?
A population frustrated by life.
Fantasies funneled narrowly into words
Yes, no, maybe, never
A labyrinth, a way in and a way out
Not a maze…lost forever
You can have my body
But not my heart
My words make you wet
A photo, maybe you.
Maybe not
My cyber tongue
The whir of your vibrator
Later the register rings
The fee is presented
My heart.
