in pride I forgot
oh the shaking of my heart
and my head at my fault
For the nerves in your brain
stretch like lengths of fiber optic cords
that hold the cyber clouds together
your lips were placed upon each other
to produce much more than laughs from mine
Ah!
I think of the heart that is squeezing
blood through all your delicate channels
And I remember
You are more than a pretty face
much more than a night of entertainment