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Alas, the highs and lows of internet dating. |
| Lusty thoughts of touching and teasing Bring my mind to an ecstasy all alone. Words tumble from our fingers Faster, faster til by themselves they come. Through our keyboards, words and thoughts We share plans, dreams, songs and pain. We think we are joined as one As synchronicity plays with our minds again and again. Gifts of Jack, Nick and Beck, Fill our ears, souls and hearts, With music, love and laughter because The Devil's making Tacos and God is in the House Still too far away to touch each other. Only possible through your voice Do I feel myself yearning and wanting. Waiting for you, I’m becoming warm and moist Time shall pass, day by day. We get closer to feeling our bodies for real Instead of just through our eyes and ears. I want you now, to hold and feel I wait for you here now And know we’ll be together soon. And all will, at last be well Cause then at least We won’t have to know how to spell |