I remember that hot debate,

back fourth back and fourth click.

When it was finished I felt great,

dot dot cross cross flick.


Spinning like a propeller,

were your words.

You could be my fortune teller,

and I've strayed from the heards.


Passion overflows the screen,

pale skin turns flush.

Frozen stiff all I can do is scream,

why are we in a rush.


A smile and a warm embrace,

has been sent to you.

I see the look on your face,

your getting flush too.





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