Rub a dub dub – I’m not even joking

Are we having cyber sex right now?
Is that what this is?
Slipping into one of my virtual dental floss thongs?
Stroking protruding humps and lumps – some more rounded than others?
We Catholics are the least innocent - virtually.
We Catholics have the dirtiest thoughts.
Eating my Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookie – and imagining I am swirling
Something else around? -
In my mouth -
With my tongue -
Something of yours.
It’s where dreams happen.
Cyber dreams
Like being smooth and soft and tan
And like liquid.
Hyperflexed.
Seaward woosh-wooshing
Until the break of dawn.

Only it’s ten to two
And we’re in different cities
And I’m working
And you’re only paying attention to me
In my mind.

Our five minutes are up.
Back to the grind –
And I don’t mean the good kind.