Message-ID: <5538eli$9711081806@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "s.a.m" Subject: CyberCharade 1&2 [m/f/cyb-sx-romance] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: s.a.m@usa.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971108212021.15153.rocketmail@web2.rocketmail.com> Two text attachments of poetry to be posted in alt.sex.stories.moderated BTW, Deja News will not post to the moderated newsgroup -- thus, the email submission. Moderator's note ------ I know about that strange Dejanews limitation. Sending stuff by email (to ) is prefectly fine. ------ end note === s.a.m@usa.net ----------- Website URL: http://members.tripod.com/~s_am/sam1.html FTP Text Files: ftp://129.21.108.148/pub/Authors/s.a.m./ The trouble with the rat-race is that even if you win, you're still a rat. --Lily Tomlin __________________________________________________________________ Sent by Yahoo! Mail. Get your free e-mail at http://mail.yahoo.com NOTICE: All the standard warnings about being of age, being aware of your community standards apply to the following story! Please read no further if you are under age 18/21 -- or live in a conservative area -- or are offended by explicit sexual material. ----------------------------------------------- Scroll down.... ------------------------------------------- NOTE: This is a collection of free verse that tells a story about cybersex. As the author, I retain all copyrights -- but one copy may be downloaded for readers to enjoy and archived for newsgroups. Reader comments welcomed; zip files of my erotica available but please request via email: s.a.m@usa.net ------------------------------------------ [IMPORTANT! BBS & Webmasters contact author if you wish to archive -- DO NOT archive and/or post/redistribute without express permission!] ------------------------------------------ FREE VERSE POETRY COLLECTION Title: CYBER-CHARADE By: s.a.m ©1997 Intimate Strangers Whirling through endless electronic realms You launched your lust upon electric currents Of cresting cybercircuits, wanting a fantasy, A lover who would create a magic moment, A mystery-space in time, oblivious as to why, Escape into a virtual world of intimacy. You sat behind a computer, obscured, An anonymous stranger seeking bliss In a virtual kiss, cock-throbbing caresses For the strong, hard thrusts into an imaginary Woman writing as wildly as the fire Engulfing you in the flames of desire, Searing the screen where you stared At passionate words racing hotly through An artificial tunnel where distance disappears, And there's only you and her, man and woman, Locked in a primal dance of deathless energy. Later, drained and dazed, you tell her (Though you too suspect it's not true) That virtual intimacy is quite normal, And it's safe for total strangers To share a dream of sexual thirst Which spans the continents onscreen. Somehow discomfort sets in, she seems To bridge the cold void of emotionless Oceans, the many wires and phone lines Separating you both, asking questions You'd rather not answer, nor ask Of her either. Yet she persists & requests You reveal more than you meant to -- It's like waking the next bleak morning When a one-night stand stays too long. Disentangling yourself from the intimate Strangeness, which you could have prevented, You exit, flushed and slightly ashamed: It was only a brief, mindless event, You and yourself, touching and stroking; She was a bright screen lit by lust And you were as needy as she was... You tell yourself it was not real, Only a blind jerkoff in a virtual world, A fragmentary collision of intimate strangers. ------------------------------------- Modern Dreamers & Lovers Stars in space dance white-hot, And sparkle brilliant in night skies, While the cosmos breathes a sigh, Echoing universal, human desires; We are both rocked in the cradle Of the mystical, magical Milky Way, And though our separate destinies Lie somewhere out there, indefinite, We have arrived at the same gate Where a new, foreign landscape Awaits us in the electronic realm, An enchanted dreamscape for modern man. Stars for eons have spun endlessly And lit many ancient nighttime skies, Inspiring those long-ago dreamers & lovers, For the cosmos is ageless and exists For us, mortals of human birth; But the modern frontier we're exploring, Through electric currents & cybercircuits, Has given us a unique chance to embrace, To touch, to caress and cherish each other In a time and place only recently invented, Yet as eternal and timeless for us As the grand vista of outer space Was for dreamers and lovers in the past. ------------------------------------- Romance You live & love halfway round the earth >From where I am in my southern world; You lead a life of emotional intensity, A singer of songs, a talented music-man, Weaving charmed rhythms in smoky clubs, Nights of hauntingly sad melodies, Or thunderous beats of rock and roll... You are in that exotic, foreign land Where the ancient, ageless Adriatic sea Divides sandy coasts from rugged shores, And yet I sense it has never tamed you, Nor cured you of being a restless soul, A vibrant, passionate man who listens And hears long-ago echoes out beyond The mountainous terrain surrounding him: Still a youthful dreamer... Still yearning for the unattainable... Searching for something that all artists pursue: Romance. --------------------------------------- Passionate Music You are a soulful music-man, A singer of songs divine, And you charm effortlessly -- Oh, I know it's true: Your smoldering performances That exude potent sensuality, A sexy smile, a hot glance, A smooth, hypnotic voice... Your mesmerize them all, The audience of adoring fans. I can't compete with addiction, Your talented exhibitionist act, Or your need for anonymous faces Enraptured as you entertain... But I can offer you a key to freedom For you can be open with me, Release your silent, buried fantasies And learn how a low, soft melody Builds into a crescendo of burning desire To create an unrelenting, savage beat That reels you with mounting intensity Until all your unspoken longings Burst into a blaze of passionate music. ------------------------------------- Love Given I know you fear I want and need more Than you can offer; But you are wrong For I only have one wish And that, my darling is To love you, to free you, Awaken you to the magic Of desire and passion You may be missing Without even knowing it. I know you are happy, fulfilled By your life, your wife, your children, And I would never, ever intrude Into that special family world You and they have strongly built: I'd die a little if I did. I know you may retreat, withdraw, Unwilling to accept my love, And I will understand if you do -- But what is truly important Music-man of my dreams, Is that I've told you, Somehow shown you, And for even one moment Made you feel loved, Desired, wanted by me... For love given, Love felt by another, Is always better shared, Than held silently within. ------------------------------- Magic Music-Man It's not that I wanted The falling, the fearing And the poignant yearning, Or the sweet dance of desire... No! I wasn't searching for magic Or the exquisite torture Of blissful hurt That swells my heart To overflowing joy! It's not that I needed The aching, the breaking And the crazed delirium Of lusting for you... Or the dark, mad mystery That trembles in my body, Shakes my sanity, Weakens my legs... No! It is only that I found You this moment In eternity -- And I cannot deny The power, the beauty, The grand design Of our chance meeting, When I know now you exist Out there somewhere And I am lost here... So in love with you, A magic music-man. ----------------------------- Virtual Universe How did this happen? How could I let it? I've never met you, Never touched you In the flesh... Yet you exist In my soul -- I'm in love With a shadowy Music-man, A ghostly figment Of my imagination. Have I deceived myself? How could I believe You'd feel a flicker, A sudden, brief Leap of your heart Instead of your cock? How foolish I am... A lost, silly woman, Madly in love! Craving your charisma Music-man, I am yours to command. Living in our fantasy I'll accept your lust, Your sexual hunger, Without promise of love Or a soulful bond... Confined within the boundaries Of a cold, virtual universe, Because I love you that much. -------------------------------- Virtual Apollo What would it take to make You want me half as much As I want you wildly aroused? Do you know I lie awake Staring at my dark ceiling, Wanting your glowing words onscreen, Aching for a vibrant, virtual touch, A cross-continent online fuck? Your image is stored, a mistake, For it has unleashed in me A volcano of molten, melting desire: You are an Apollo, the beautiful Greek God of music, a healer, The male God of light and truth... Are you the cruel Wolf-god too? You've gone, the computer screen blank, No messages, no email as I sit alone Dreaming of your thick, dark hair, Full lips that invite wet kisses, And those deep, soulful eyes that lure Women like me into near hysteria, Sick with waiting, wanting and despair. -------------------------------- Neon-Blue Nowhere The forbidden world of cybersex Captured me unaware, sent My senses reeling into orbit, Spinning wildly out of control, Existing in a strange space, Faceless, inventing a random Rendezvous with a phantom, A dashing, sexy music-man: Both of us living breathless, Neither here, nor wholly there, Disembodied but ardent, Somewhere in the neon-blue nowhere. The x-rated world of cybersex Laid bare my secret fantasies, And I lost all my inhibitions: No denial, only lustful bliss, Uncensored freedom to express Buried desires, wild scenarios, And even if I risk my heart, My body is safe, my soul strong, I'm rescued by the cyber-charade That keeps us all returning: Blessed Anonymity... Neither here, nor wholly there, Somewhere in the neon-blue nowhere. ------------------------------ NOTICE: All the standard warnings about being of age, being aware of your community standards apply to the following story! Please read no further if you are under age 18/21 -- or live in a conservative area -- or are offended by explicit sexual stories. ----------------------------------------------- Scroll down.... ------------------------------------------- NOTE: This is the second part of an ongoing poetry collection about cyber-lovers. As the author, I retain all copyrights -- but one copy may be downloaded for readers to enjoy and archived for newsgroups. Reader comments welcomed via email: s.a.m@usa.net ------------------------------------------ [IMPORTANT! BBS & Webmasters contact author if you wish to archive -- DO NOT archive and/or post/redistribute without express permission!] ------------------------------------------ CYBER-CHARADE PART 2 [m/f] By s.a.m ©1997 ARTISTIC ECSTASY The ring and sing of guitar strings, Your evocative voice is perfection; Draining emotions from your soul You look at the rapt crowd, Know you have them mesmerized: You lift, tilt, propel them at will... You're a music-man in the limelight, In the grips of a powerful artistic ecstasy, Performance your aphrodisiac, A slave to your overwhelming talent, And you live & breathe for that moment When the audience applauds you, The singer of songs. My fingers skillfully sing stories & poetry As I play the computer keyboard expertly, Draining emotions from my soul, Creating characters, situations, lives In fictional places for unknown faces, Hoping my readers are mesmerized As I touch, move them with written words; I'm a creative writer at my zenith Flying high into artistic ecstasy, Stories, poetry my aphrodisiac, A slave to my demanding talent, And I live & breathe for that moment When anonymous readers become fans Of the author of their dreams. ------------------------------------------------- DISTANT ECHOES Poets know the old truths, The wisdom of the ages: Distance lends enchantment To lovers on separate continents; Like a dark memory forbidden Past passion's promise beckons, A lethal poison impossible to resist, Torturing in its cruelty... So we pretend we're alone, One long night together in bed, Betrayal and bliss on our lips, Dying gladly in each other's arms -- We'd burn the world behind us, The dim, dead realm of tragedy; Eyes focused intensely on ecstasy, We'd live in a land of fantasy, Lovers trying to cheat bad karma, Now oceans apart, ship-wrecked in time, Punished for something left undone, Victims of an ill-fated, bittersweet love Somewhere back there in our past lives. It's true I'm a poet, Should know the old wisdom, Yet my soul calls for you, A lonely, haunted echo Down cold, distant canyons... We're lost, doomed by fate & destiny, But I'll always & forever wonder If you recognize my forlorn voice In your faraway, sunny paradise, Understanding we were once lovers Like we'll never, ever be with others? ---------------------------------------------------- DESIRE Sometimes you let slip Vaguely worded sentences That cut into my soul, Force me to almost conclude There's a void of emptiness In your past experiences: Something essential is missing-- You've never quite been obsessed, Enthralled by the burning rush, The crush of wild insanity, Consumed in the throes of lust, Lost to reason, utterly helpless In the grip of romantic madness, A hopeless victim of desire, Your heart naked, vulnerable, Madly in love, wanting a woman, A willing slave to sexual pleasure. That kind of passionte love affair Has no limits, no boundaries, It won't wait for permission Or ever let you go -- It grabs you by the throat And before you know it, You're acting crazy and strange, You're saying, 'I shouldn't' But you do anyhow... And you are far beyond Reason or rational thought... You've fallen into a primitive Fire that rules the universe, Ancient and dangerous: People live for it, Kill for it, Die for it... Yet until you've felt its power, You've never fully known desire. ----------------------------------------------------- I TELL MYSELF I tell myself there's a logical reason For my wild, passionate obsession With you -- this can't be romantic love: It's too swift, too sweet, too soon To swoon over a phantom music-man I've never even heard sing or perform... And besides, you won't admit love enough, You have reservations, some grave doubts About the slow-awakening flame of feeling You are struggling in vain to smother In your long dead-cold heart and soul. I tell myself lies trying to deny The truth of a love strong as life, I write these blatant fabrications to you, Inventing psycho-babble and falsehoods About elaborate past childhood Wounds that have drawn me to you... And you probably know I'm fearful Instead of seeking hidden insights Into subconscious patterns of behavior; Or you are too wise, too kind to correct My blind search for an impossible escape >From the depth and despair of a love We can never, ever consummate. I tell myself all this and more, I tell it to you in poetry, And yet we both understand It's far too late for denial Of a love affair already ignited. ---------------------------------------------------- Meet Me In Paris Distance is wasted space between us Though my heart beats with yours, lost, And in my dreams we touch, kiss, Lovers beyond the realm of limitations. Music-man, you could be mine In a rendezvous, a time-out-of-time, An ardent romantic interlude In that charming, beautiful city of light Where lovers stroll arm-in-arm Dreaming together by the Seine, Moonlight falling in blue shadows Through tall windows of bedrooms, All those lovers sharing rapture. Distance is not forever a barrier, It is easily banished by travel, And if I held out my hand Asking you in a dreamy voice, "Meet me in Paris, darling?" Would you ever dare risk it -- A stolen fantasy, an erotic encounter With a woman so in love with you? I think not -- yet I still dream Of Paris in the ghostly moonlight, Blue shadows falling through tall windows Into our room where we lie entwined, Lovers together at last, no longer fantasy. ---------------------------------------------------- <----------TO BE CONTINUED--------------> Website URL: http://members.tripod.com/~s_am/sam1.html -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /