Your I.M's on my M.A.C are keeping me M.I.A from reality.
It's boldly tempting...to say what I may actually never, but am always thinking. Sincerely, its interesting. But i like it. And I respond, adding fuel to the fire; your fingertips simmer as they touch the keys and your modem. This is an illicit adventure. Desire on the verge of overwhelming intensity...still i hit enter. The thrill of sending keeps me. I just know your thinking, waiting, enjoying me on the edge of my seat. Only for so long. This exchange can keep me only for so long before I want what's real. Yes; the intentions are a done deal but moreover something I can feel. The cursor is flashing, beckoning to be typed by the keys your teasing. Grazing over the buttons, the temptation is seething. It softly taunts me.Yearning in its purest form, don't worry, my viral protection is on; I'm ready. Panting and anxious for it. And it comes.
The screen filters the flames and once again,
were safe at either end.
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