My e-only-lover

I’m more than faintly hallucinating
As I (gently) suck my own knuckles

Imagining they are your tits.

I’m more than fuzzily profane

As I fixate on your portrayal, (your downloaded image),

While orgasmically declaring your name.

I’m more than casually loco

As I look outside and imagine every autumn tree

Losing its leaves as you

(Unprotestingly) stripping for me.

I’m more than mistily whimsical

As I imagine a future moment online

When we’ll scandalize all the virtual sex domains,

(You as a hacking faerie, I as a worming knave).

Yet I’m surely precisely surreal all the (illicit) time

That I greet the succubus e-female pulsing in you

Arriving as a devouring e-mail for me.