Tick tick tick tick-a tick tick tack

Tick tick tick tick-a tick tick tick

Tick tick tick tick-a tick tick tack

The sound of internet sex is just like that

Sitting alone like a hermit, clickity clack

I've got lines and lines of text, electronic Mack

Thoughts unwind refined sex like a phonic snack

She's wining and dining and reading all that I write

I'm pining and shining feeding her desires at night

My flowing text is black, my background's white

I've got cramps in my back, my shit's still tight

She loves all that I am, though that's what I'm not

Next to life I'm a Sim, but that's what she bought

She believes and dives in, escapes her life's lot

Now I'm fantasy sin, a jape for love lost

As I stand before you, I don't make you wet

But to give you a clue, I'll give you a test

Close your eyes, fantasize we have never met

Now the man in your thighs brings cries from your chest

As he lets his tongue slide, entering moist sin

You let go to the ride, willing and open

Nipple, finger glides, tongue licking within

Undulating thighs, you're wanting him in

So he, being the dream, gives you what you please

At the moment you scream, Orgasm plus tease

Two make one in this team, spasms to the knees

Your sweat's glistening gleam, waves crash like the seas

Giving serenity; falling easily

He's just like destiny; your epiphany

Open your eyes slowly; and now he is me

Not quite the fantasy; not really skinny

If you kept your eyes shut; I would still be him

Your electronic slut; strong ,sultry ,and slim

Your smiling Adonis, reality's grim

Pain is style of truth's kiss, and pain lies within

My screen is my gateway, don't try to pass through

I prefer it that way, my dream gift to you

Your living fantasy, sweeter lie than truth

Never your destiny, just text sex that soothes.

-David "Dingo" Bleecher