The electricity
vibrates
between them,
creating overloads,
surges of energy,
releasing tensions
in maximum-abundance.
O boy, fiber optic
feels really great,
it seems so brilliant,
love at our fingertips!
But what if,
what if,
I want to
wet my whistle,
taste her
daintily,
paint her
town white,
feel her
heartbeat for real?
Guess, they're the
million dollar questions
that computers
cannot answer
that make us so poor,
so frustrated in cyber-love!
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
The electricity
vibrates
between them,
creating overloads,
surges of energy,
releasing tensions
in maximum-abundance.
O boy, fiber optic
feels really great,
it seems so brilliant,
love at our fingertips!
But what if,
what if,
I want to
wet my whistle,
taste her
daintily,
paint her
town white,
feel her
heartbeat for real?
Guess, they're the
million dollar questions
that computers
cannot answer
that make us so poor,
so frustrated in cyber-love!
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