Sunday, July 31, 2005
Could this be love?
When I touch the smoothness of your keys, my fingertips tell my heart to sing.
When I look upon your sleek silvery skin, my own skin tingles to caress you.
You respond to my every touch with quiet excitement that tells me you were just waiting for me to open you up.
And when I gaze into your bright blue eye, I know you're as turned on as I am.
Come. My lap awaits.
When I touch the smoothness of your keys, my fingertips tell my heart to sing.
When I look upon your sleek silvery skin, my own skin tingles to caress you.
You respond to my every touch with quiet excitement that tells me you were just waiting for me to open you up.
And when I gaze into your bright blue eye, I know you're as turned on as I am.
Come. My lap awaits.
# posted by becca : 10:43 AM
