To thoughts of us

my mind does linger.

For your gentle touch

my skin does yearn.

Your kiss kindles a flame

deep in my frozen heart.

That turns the gears

in my robotic brain

Sending sensual signals

through my speedy synapses,

making my skin yearn longer,

and my mind to linger moments more.

To you my dear

who has seduced me so.

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