INSTANT MESSAGE

Oh honey fingers are really something. Bestas!
No thought to trampling the keys.
There s no such thing as gratified ease
to properly convey improper want of you.

Mere words suck
when right now I m wearing nothing but...
If only I could draw you a picture
in skin script.

But do I want it, when this is it?
Subdue me with your 'k...go on..." Then what?
So much frenzy just feeling for a shortcut.
Forget eloquent, imagined tongues when fingers do the trick!

So I wait like a virtual Penelope
longing for the buzz or trill,
whatever signal follows flesh as will
in messages that will and will, and

I ll lose sleep just to fumble in the dark,
lose my job,cause a traffic accident
to catch that last unspoken remark,
treasure the trickle from my larynx to my thighs shhh,
I m blushing!

BTW, what s your real name anyway?

poema : Paula Neves

(polita, obrigado pelo poem...kiss)