She sits, skin glowing in the reflected light
of avatars and intense words,
In 32 years, no one has spoken
to her soul the way that he does,
Every word cuts through the layers
that have kept her insulated all this time,
Before him, she is naked....
and every message hits her
as though it had been delivered
on the face of the paddle,
...so don't tell her this isn't real.

He sits in his dark house,
thoughtfully stroking his chin,
the words he selects
are what defines their relationship
and he chooses them carefully
He has always known that
this is what he has needed....
what would make him whole
...so don't tell him this isn't real

4 hours later, and the ache of
this evening seemingly too much,
he is gone with the click of a button
She possess the kitchen table where the half finished
homework of two sweet children lies
Undoubtedly it would have been better
had Mom been there to help
A tear rolls down her cheek
as she admits to herself yet another broken promise
...don't tell those kids this isn't real

He slips into bed,
where the woman he promised to love
above all others sleeps peacefully
He runs his hand through his hair,
trying to recall the last time
he gave *her* 4 hours of his undivided attention
She knows he loves her....but something has changed
She'd give everything she owns
to have things the ways they used to be...
...don't tell his wife this isn't real.

The next day...the sun come up...
life goes on...." hello my pet"...
...."hello Master"
it's not about how real this is...
it's about how unreal
it makes the rest of your life



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