What is this place?

A population frustrated by life.

Fantasies funneled narrowly into words

Yes, no, maybe, never

A labyrinth, a way in and a way out

Not a maze…lost forever

You can have my body

But not my heart

My words make you wet

A photo, maybe you.

Maybe not

My cyber tongue

The whir of your vibrator

Later the register rings

The fee is presented

My heart.