We met across a word filled space.
Our verses writhing interlace.
Where flesh can't join, our thoughts instead
Cavort and grope on cyber bed.
With cunning words and soft bon mot
Our tongues each others secrets know.
Each consonant crisp stands firm and strong,
Awaiting mating vowel song.
Carrying word-wrought subtle art
Will my tongue your stanzas part?
Could my phrases, silken voiced,
Arouse you, touch you, hotly moist?
Will its throbbing pulsing beat
Light within a fireless heat?
From my lips soft words will flow
Giving yours a liquid glow.
With Sapphic literal intent,
New pleasures for you I will invent,
And seek with rhythmic steady pace
To add a blush to creamy face.
So, with Wilde, our minds collide
And seek out fun in the countryside.
Exclaim, with deep-filled pleasure horde:
Oh! Your pen is mightier than his sword
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