Sipping Wine from a Sachet

As I pass by at the chat room,
I excitedly reply to a private message,
Someone's polite invitation,
Simply, to have a chat with him
And to kill some time talking.

The conversation begins lightly,
Knowing our age, sex and location
Exchanging experiences to life’s treatment,
Entertaining each other for sweet endearment,
All for the benefit of both amusements.

Without any care of lies and sincerity,
I let myself enjoy, and leave the problems behind
But in the middle of talking, I notice something
He is stating words that are out of the way,
He is beginning to flirt! Oh, Huh! Danger!

"Could I invite you for some Cyber Sex?"
For a moment I wonder what he means,
"Can I see you? I want it cam to cam,"
"You just might love it baby," he continues
I whisper, something is wrong in his brain!

The only thing in my mind is ignore him,
But before I do, I politely ask him
"Do you drink wine? How do you drink it?"
He reply, "Yeah, I drink wine from a glass,"
"Why you ask baby?" He ask me irritatingly.

I directly say, "Simply because Cyber Sex
Is like sipping wine from a sachet!" Buzz!
And since that day I never heard of him anymore,
I wonder if he does drink wine the way it should be,
Or maybe he now is sipping wine from a sachet.