Cybersex is an evocative subject. It it is a source of sexual freedom and fulfilment for many people, but it has also led to the break-up of numerous marriages and partnerships. Cybersex brings together the public and the intimate in a way that we have never experienced before. Cybersex may take place in a virtual world, but it can be very powerful and overwhelmingly real to the participants.
In Cyber-Charade (below) Cara, a freelance writer, has accurately captured the feelings and emotions of cybersex participants. More of Cara's writing, including numerous poems and articles about the Internet and Cyberspace, can be found on her own website at http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/5116/index.html
FREE VERSE POETRY COLLECTION
By: Cara ©1997
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.
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:
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.
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.
It's not that I wanted
The falling, the fearing
And the poignant yearning,
Or the sweet dance of desire...
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...
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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:
Neither here, nor wholly there,
Somewhere in the neon-blue nowhere.
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