I’m the Cyber Cavalier

leaping in the atmosphere

lusting after all the lasses

and as many piece of asses

as I flit from there to here--

a Cyber Cavalier.

Sometimes I like to linger

as I tease one with my finger.

Others, I give fits

As I lick their luscious tits,

but I’m not one who hovers

when I search for on line lovers

or care about a tear--

I’m a Cyber Cavalier.

I show my sex appeal

pretending it’s all real,

taking lovers without shame

never giving them my name

or giving them my heart

as I keep them all apart

saying what they want to hear--

I’m a Cyber Cavalier.

I never think I’m cheating

when I have a cyber meeting,

but sometimes I’m amused

when I find myself confused

and wonder what I’m doing

or who it is I’m screwing

when I suddenly appear—

a Cyber Cavalier.

I have to admit its tiring

when I find myself perspiring

not wanting to get caught

by the lover who has thought

I was hers and hers alone,

not wanting to be known

I call so many dear--

a Cyber Cavalier.

It’s not that it’s a calling

doing all this on-line balling.

I guess I like romance

and so I take the chance

that in this life above

I won’t find myself in love.

Although it was nice

being close once or twice.

It’s hard to be that near

when you’re a Cyber Cavalier.

But sometimes I have toyed

with the thought there’s a void

that makes me seek on line

a lover to make mine,

and think I’m having fun

taking lovers one by one

tempting fate without fear—

a Cyber Cavalier.

I know I’m elusive

and completely non-exclusive.

It’s just the game I play—

What else is there to say?

But there are times I’m lying

when I think it’s satisfying,

times I shed a tear

as a Cyber Cavalier.

And know what I am missing

with imaginary kissing,

wanting someone who is real

someone I can feel,

someone I can know

there’s nowhere else to go

someone so dear

I won’t be a cavalier.