For BBC6 Morning Show

I often cheat on David,

because while he lies sleeping,

I shuffle down in my dressing gown

where the world wide web is waiting.

I log on as Cassandra

-    my hopeful face bathed blue -

for I desire to ignite a fire

in a lustful lucky few.

Platonic love and friendship

are not what I am after.

Polite hellos and how de doos

Lay flat my stormy water.

The soft, the meek, the gentle,

I spurn with words to crush ‘em

But those that roar and burn with lust,

Deserve my keyboard passion.

For I’m engaged in battle

Against my sorry life

Where a milk-tray gift and a weekly bonk

Are what’s owed to a wife.

At night I am a warrior

Through clicks I will survive

I hunt young men with words as spears

And know that I’m alive.