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.
Hi.
*S*