Your words play over my body
Like fiery tongues arousing me.
You type M-O-U-T-H
And I feel your lips taste mine.
You type T-I-T-S
And my nipples grow hard for you.
You type C-U-N-T
And nectar oozes from my sex.

I look eagerly through that tiny window
From the small room that is my life
And see you there. Or see your words,
At least, and caress you with my own.
But too soon the window is dark.
And I can only feel the cold, hard glass.
Where are you, my lover?
And where are your words?

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