The thing about the Information Super Highway is that it's super. Like a hero.

Your thighs are smooth,

Like processed cream,

Your skin is pale and fair,

You’re in the bathtub,

Under suds,

You’re washing pits and hair,

Your fingers drift,

(as fingers do),

To fiddle with your folds,

Your lips, they part,

Your eyes, they close,

Your breaths turn quick,

And you explore your cove,

What treasures lie up deep inside?

Your web cam doesn’t show,

You moan so much,

You’re splashing now,

There’s just one thing I know:

There’s nothing cooler than the Internet,

Except maybe robots.

Or pussy.

Pussy’s pretty awesome.