The only way we can

My wife works in America, my husband in Japan
We make love, once or twice a week, the only way we can
Each has a sexbot, customised, identical to me
And likewise I have bots of them, no difference can I see
The movements that I make are sent across the ocean bed
And I in turn see theirs, and I hear every word that’s said
I feel their breath upon my skin, their fingers in my hair
And only network lag reminds me they’re not really there
My husband lives eight hours ahead, my wife five hours behind
Moments when we’re all in sync are very hard to find
But I’ve a trick – a secret, this, I beg you not to tell –
On automatic mode my bots can satisfy me well

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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