Beneath the screen’s false camaraderie, a digital desire took hold,
A stranger’s form, a whispered tag, a story to unfold.
In shadowed depths where reason sleeps, your phantom image drew me near,
And primal urge, unbidden, rose, banishing all fear.
Through flimsy threads, a crude display, a naked want took flight,
My mouth descended, hot and raw, into the dream’s dark night.
No gentle touch, no tender grace, just raw and hungry need,
A silent pact, a reckless act, a selfish, carnal deed.
My better sense, a fading hum, a whisper in the void,
But lust’s sharp edge had taken hold, all caution was destroyed.
I sucked and plunged with fevered greed, a shameful, hurried taste,
Ignoring whispers of the risk, in desperate, reckless haste.
Then venom bloomed, a searing strike, a fire in my core,
Each greedy pull, a sharper sting, a pain I couldn’t ignore.
“Fucked,” I thought, the ugly truth, a wave of sickening dread,
A stranger’s filth, a gamble lost, the consequences spread.
I choked it down, the bitter shame, the pleasure turned to blight,
Each shameful act, a deeper stain upon the fading night.
And when I broke away at last, a mark upon my face,
A ghostly sign, a tainted brand, a symbol of disgrace.
A stark white smear, a cruel reminder, of what the darkness bred,
Herpes, the whisper screamed aloud, inside my aching head.
Used like cheap meat, a hollow shell, deceived by lust’s dark art,
Abused and soiled, my dream revealed the ruin in my heart.
