You look through the cold screen. You write our weird love scene. But you end up with reproaching That I have stopped to approach you.
I know what will happen Our lust is to be let in. All we’ve got is two origins - Flesh of mine, your restless digits.
No escape To get away affection. All the time I seek you for connection. It’s just lust - There is no other reason. I would die for you though you’re a machine
the cruel machine! the cruel machine! you’re cruel machine!
You find me delightful Melt down by excitement. Take on me, you avalanche, Ruthless, cruel and cold machine.
I know, all that will be. We will never recede. Lenses shine with mild attraction, Asking me to be more active.