I hang on a fiber optic line,
suspended in time, waiting.…
thirsting for a sign to cool and soothe
the aching echo of desire.
A word, a thought, at the mercy of your mouse.
I hang on a fiber optic line,
suspended in time, waiting.…
thirsting for a sign to cool and soothe
the aching echo of desire.
A word, a thought, at the mercy of your mouse.