This aint the night to be alone
especially because i know ure there sitting at home
I picture u with tousled hair..sittin in front of ur computer screen
in ur nite shirt..or robe...with nuthin under...or inbetween..
i wanna be a song in ur playlist
whisper my suggestive lyrics in ur ear
want ur hands on me like a mouse
click on my link n ill take u there
i wanna put u on the desktop slide inbetween ur legs
run my fingers thru ur hair ..n plant gigabytes on ur neck
with two fingers ill direct u to extasy, pleasure on every route
id cup urface in my hands and plant microsoft kisses in ur mouth
baby tell me all the sites u wanna see
as i slide my harddrive into ur USB
uploadin my luvin unto ur system
till u cm hard n afst ..n flow like a cistern
pushing all the right buttons as my fingers stroke ur keyboard
hacking into ur pleasure..gasp for breath n go "u mutha..." as yu hold on to the headboard
loggin into u ...over n over again
till ur wallpaper crumbles..n ur luv flows like rain...x
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