you've got me on the edge of my seat
every cyber vibration gives me that leap
& your cyber vibrations are ******* neat
I bet your lips taste sweet
(maybe that's eager to say
I'll keep it real & will anyway)
but with a hint of ash
let's go out strapped for cash
I don't need much
creation is my crutch
you know inspiration is priceless
finding it in you is one of my many vices
it's a romance in the wires
igniting small fires
rewiring my dials
confidential files
& in between all the miles
you're giving me smiles