Fantasy across the curtain

My fantasy world, just over the curtain,

available at the press of a button.


Their faces resolve from dreams to reality,

the warmth sweeping away my chastity.


Waves of skin like undulated landscape,

with lush lips like mango, orange and grape.

They taste of salt and honey, berries and lime,

has my blood raging with a strange enzyme.


It burns my skin and fires my breath,

is this going to be a kiss of death.


But I am a slave in the prison of my lust,

feeling a need to heave and thrust.


Show me pleasure in ways that are unreal,

strange enough to make me squeal.


This is a dream or reality, a confusing duality,

the sweet high of virtual reality.