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My blood runs hot in cyber space
It’s all about the thrill of the game
With make-believe and artful allure
I thrill to savor decadence pure
Ravish me, I so adore
A daisy wheel of petals plucked
How many keystrokes will it take
For limbs to lock and love to fake
My fingers dance, electrons leap
From fantasor to fantasee
We play to sneak a candy pie
Delicious naughty flavor… sigh
Nothing is meant beyond the thrill
Excitement of being whatever I will
And when I play I’m deceptively clever
With due diligence no one will discover
Most carefully I hide deceit
Must not forget, delete, delete
There is no harm if there’s no clue
You do agree, please say you do
Honestly, it’s only a game
A/N: The voice of the poem, though written in first person, is meant to represent anyone in general and no one in particular.
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