Message-ID: <32725asstr$1001826602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <008b01c14961$d1b17d50$bcbc69d5@enterprise> Reply-To: "Hecate" From: "Hecate" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4807.1700 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 04:41:38 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} (Poem) Contact by Hecate Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 01:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw <1st attachment, "Contact.txt" begin> Copyright Notice: Copyright Hecate 2001 This poem may be downloaded for personal use. It may not be reposted without permission. Placing this poem on a website other than one which is entirely free is forbidden. The poem may be placed on an entirely free website subject to the author's agreement. The author's rights pursuant to the Berne Convention shall in no way be abrogated by any permissions given, or by any unauthorised publication. All Rights Reserved. Disclaimer: This poem contains scenes of an adult nature and should not be made available to minors in any jurisdiction. The author shall not be responsible for the breaking of any local, national or international laws by anyone who in any way makes use of this poem. Please follow the laws of your particular country, region or local area and do not download or read this poem if it is illegal to do so where you live. Contact By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com) Sending a message is easy to do, But text can be cold and unfeeling So why was it easy to connect to you, And find every word so appealing? A typo here and a typo there, Means nothing when emotions are running Spelling "becasue", adds to the affair, If mistakes are shared, it's just stunning Then little endearments are dropped as a stone And ripple in the pool of desire The things that are said, love that is shown, Make you feel like you're on fire Words are just words, or so it would seem, Till you find someone to whom you relate Then suddenly words make life seem a dream, Because you've suddenly found a soul mate Emotions entwine, taking but a short time When two people find that they're matched The joyfulness soon becomes so sublime, And distant friends become strongly attached Now the words and signals, flying over the Net Become erotic even when pure And each of the friends finds that they're wet And can no longer pretend they're demure And so it begins, with tales of confession, The secrets that no one else knows So you breathlessly wait for each new session, As the desire within you just grows Without any warning, and deep in the night, She says, "oh god, I wish we could touch" The way that she says it, just to excite, Makes you almost come, it's too much Words are well chosen, to start with at least, As passion supplants what was chat Nipples harden as desire's released, And a pussy is no longer a cat Words are still typed, though they're erratic, And neither could care about spelling But nobody minds, feeling so ecstatic, The words are just as compelling A hand on the keyboard, a hand on a breast, A yearning for contact, a virtual caress Juices flowing, your body undressed, Warmth in your centre that you must press Devouring the words, your hands move together, You're trying to talk, but the typos abound Your fingers caress, as light as a feather, As they touch your clit, going round and round Your body glows, you perspire and puff, Juices flow, and your body twitches Your mind's in turmoil, you can't get enough, You're overwhelmed with sexual riches Then you reach the peak, nothing else matters, Your eye focus goes, your fingers a blur The final stroke, your equilibrium shatters, Your nerves explode; you so love her And then you quieten and can type again, Your fingers unsteady, breathing deep Proclaiming your love, it feels so insane, But *her* love shines through and you weep So sending a message is easy to do, But it needn't be cold and unfeeling It was easy to connect, because she loved you, And words of love are *always* appealing If you want to comment on this poem, please contact Hecate at hecate@newsguy.com More Hecate stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~ Hecate http://www.storiesonline.net http://www.nifty.org Or for ftp download at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hecate <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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