In my electronic flesh

In the world of sex cams, the body’s intimacy becomes public and it’s flesh electronic.  As a voyeur I photographed the computer screen for days. Spying on naked bodies, excited, vibrant in front of me, in front of their webcams. My brain has stored images as a data base for future electronic erotic orgasms. The camera stole their image. Am I a thief?  Am I a stealing? I justify it by telling myself that there is no victim. The items are shared, they let me. I took advantage of trying to reproduce their purity and my purity. I am a digital voyeur. Electronic beats on my flesh.