The wonderful thing about technology
is the ability to achieve spontaneous combustion.
In the blink of an eye,
I can explode in sheer ecstasy
here alone thinking of you
& your sensuous ways,
the way you love to play.
O what joy,
to do this act all alone
in the seclusion
of my empty room!
Now, it seems emptier
without you here
to enjoy this
post-coital
technological bliss.
O I miss your wet kisses,
the warmth of your touch,
so much!
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
The wonderful thing about technology
is the ability to achieve spontaneous combustion.
In the blink of an eye,
I can explode in sheer ecstasy
here alone thinking of you
& your sensuous ways,
the way you love to play.
O what joy,
to do this act all alone
in the seclusion
of my empty room!
Now, it seems emptier
without you here
to enjoy this
post-coital
technological bliss.
O I miss your wet kisses,
the warmth of your touch,
so much!
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