As I sit here allowing my fingers to utilize the keys I stroke, that are empowered by my thoughts, which are fueled by activity, which at the present is actively persuing depth through words so this impromptu poetic mantra can infuse and then move dare enfluence your day in such a momentous and pivital way that it validates time spent in cyber communion with you........So that when we dissconnect, you still feel connected, my thoughts now ingested, your mind now infected with abortions that originate from the innerdwellings in the innerwalls of my mind to my fingers to my screen to your screen to your eyes which percieve and decode what I mean. This ain't no cyber sex girl! Yet you scream as you read as I key my poetic intervals of intimacy.And I type things like, "Girl I hear you when you speak" and I type things saying, "I jus wanna be near you when you sleep". I want to be like the sheets that at night girl hold you, when away you sleep in my t-shirts to console you. I want to be your foundation girl, your rock of gibralter, lets get lifted, let's ascend, let's unite at alter! I want to live love deep and implant my seed. I'll be the only morning after pill that you'll ever need!And I know I'm saying some deep ish as we 'I' 'M' each other,but my heart dictates what I spit my fingers relate with clicks. And I know your at your computer feeling the same way I do. Your responses dance across my view and then strip to expose you.So I want to know if maybe we could finally meet in person.............?Think About it.