I can not help myself from riding back home
to see her and to smell her skin,
stars are gleaming and the moon is full
in the pleasant breeze we commit that beautiful sin
when I touch her low abut , with my finger,
she blooms like a flower and turns red
on my lap she sits with her face facing mine
otherwise she lazily looses it on the bed
The boot loader runs as she prepares for the feast
and presents me with choice of smuttiness
Linux is the most pleasurable mode
as it gets longer to satisfy her steaminess
I tardily unbutton her top, as I open up the terminal
and this is when we game our foreplay
I navigate deeper in to the folders
undressing her piece by piece before actually set to sway
As I go about keying her with the code
she cuddles on to my arms as if she will never let me go
sometimes I stop to rethink the logic
she says better be fast or to sleep mode I shall croak
she is so proud of her sexuality, she never ceases to trick me
zesty errors she throws, they simply make me say “I am so dim”
I repeat some of those positions to make those errors fly
she finally compiles, smiles at me and says “I am done”.
Well this is as much sexier as it could get when I sit with my Laptop trying out some programs. The message is “Geeks have a life too”.
