Cyber Nymphs Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Contracted to our brief demanding view
Youth and beauty pass in bright procession
And in perfection is this world untrue
As thumbnails click in scant obsession.

Fold of golden apricot and blush of peach
A hint of downy light on spray-tanned skin
Seemingly awakening to a touch
As dawdled fingers to the left breast run.

Come-hither eyes which beckon bright but bored
Feed the flames with self-substantial fuel
And so abundance swells its own reward:
None here can kiss but none it seems are cruel.

Where fairest creatures our desires increase
Alone the webcam screens rehearse the lie
That as the tender works towards release
The image fades and leaves no memory.

Pity this world but still its glutton be
Are there any you could love that now you see?