They're swapping virtual kisses

my blood curdles
my head spins
they're swapping virtual kisses

my blood boils
my glare is fixed
I see them swap saliva

I see them flirt
and almost come
a click a click a click a clack

my stomach churns
my tongue is dry
they keep on swapping kisses

They slide their fingers on the screen
in their heads they groan and scream
I see the insides of their minds
I see them fondle up and grind
I see them touch themselves and moan
in their minds a baby's born

maintain an air of mystery
it wasn't true, it wasn't me
I see them though I see I do
swapping gruesome kisses,

however, virtually.