Sex Texted

To hint without a clue,
As to what a sending it...
In a text to download meant.
Today only means with an emoji to see,
The having of sex.
If accepted before someone else agrees.

These days there is little use or need,
To meet anyone to discovery a shared...
A possiblity to have chemistry.
Or similiar interests with time invested.

These days patience to have it,
For many means unnecessary time to waste.
When,
With the use of a computer or cellphone...
Everything one wants to expose,
Is shown bare from neck down.
And done to video,
Up close and well below one's waist.

We all today are living in times,
No matter what it takes...
For temporary pleasures,
To satisfy them had anytime or place...
Regardless of a face not to see.
Guarantees in secret to meet.
Before names are exchanged.
Whether or not they are believed to deceive.

And...
As long as it is sex said to want desperately.
With whoever shows up and personally,
Looking like a lipstick wearing pig.
Or a gorilla attempting in disguise,
To hide the appearance...
Of a werewolf pretending to be,
A romantically inclined Casanova!

'Uh...
Yes I am what it is you see.
And you are just as delicious,
From head to toe I can not wait to eat.
Although this masquerade you wear,
Is a disappointment.
Since I wanted to have you naked and bare.
And I must say to admit it now,
I have a preference for steak.
Rare to have it easily to digest.'

'What difference now does that make?'

'Well...
Too be honest.
That lipstick you have on your lips?
Reminds me of kryptonite.
Something used to weaken the strength,
Of my power.
To do anything what it is I like.
And the last person I met,
With hopes to enjoy...
Had the nerve to confess as I undressed,
To actually be Catwoman.
Once to have had an affair with Superman.
Hypnotizing him,
To remove his cape.
In full view to then lower,
His powerful red drawers to expose...
What she had hoped would be,
Bigger than her index finger.
To then laugh hysterically.
Until he flew out of her sight.

And all the time I suspected her to be,
An undercover detective.
Hoping I would think of her,
As Red Riding Hood.'

'None of this makes any sense at all.
You want me or not?'

'Are you kidding?
With that attitude?
I rather go home and be with my wife!'

'And may I ask,
What is she like?'

'Well...
If I drink long enough.
And pretend we are both,
Visitors to a zoo.
Instead of caged with anticipation,
We would produce a beast or two.
Although,
Neither of us seemed to care one bit.
After I drank myself to imagine her,
Elizabeth Taylor.
Cleopatra I could not resist.
Or the animals we were to be.
Masquerading to fiction being human beings,
In a cage unlocked.
With a TV on constantly.
That the zookeepers hope,
Would one day have us completely believe.

And you?
How about you?'

'Today?
I wish I was caged.
And locked up with a raging bull.
Doing everything I could,
To please his neverending needs!'

'That's too sacrificial.
Much too out of my range.'

'I know.
I am aware of it now and convinced.
But that bull?
I made that request to text it.
And I got no response!
Leaving to feel rejected.
Without the bull but left to smell the B.S.'

'All of it.
All of this is nothing but nonsense.
To text has yet left anyone sane.

'Tell me about it.'

'Where are you going?'

'Home.
Hopefully to have someone young,
Believe I am a Cougar.
Alone in need wishing for a student.
Wanting to be pleased.
And experience the claws,
Of an imitating Cougar.
Regardless of the age I am going to lie to be!'

'You're nuts!'

'What about my nuts?
Today?
That doesn't even matter any more!
If they are bare to expose and out there?
Who cares?
As long as the sex to have is had and there!
With or without nuts to share!'

'You have a point.
My husband is a bottom!'

'Huh?
You told me you were caged with a wife.'

'I thought so too.
Until one night she rolled over to say,
What I wanted her to do to me...
She couldn't do it.
Since she was not born equipped that way.
I then told the zookeeper about it.'

'What did they do?
What did they say?'

'I was told to be patient and give it time.
And watch more TV.
To discover I would find,
More beginning to love...
The flavor and taste of tossed salad!'

'Huh?'

'Exactly.
And I refused to become a vegetarian.
I'm old fashion and could care less,
About the rapid changing of lifestyles!'