Computer Games
By wiccatarot
you're there in front of the computer screen, as i come up behind you you ask if u should get offline, i figure that's my cue i tell you not to move, as i nibble on your ear you tell me with a knowing smile "i really don't mind, dear" your hands upon my face bring me closer to your lips our lips they tease, they taste,they mesh, our toungues they take a dip our lips unlock, i move before you and sit upon your lap you wrap your arms around my waist aand slowly close the gap we are encumbered, just a bit, by all these clothes we're wearing you get down to it, we lose control, our satisfaction nearing i hear messages arrive, as the computer sings but in a few, lost to the noises, we both spread our wings you're there in front of the computer screen, as i come with you you ask if you should get offline, i know that it's my cue Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 01:21 PM PST, Anna 0 • 10
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"you're there in front of the computer screen, as i come up behind you..."