The tap, tap, tap on the keys, That sweet sound, like a lullaby, Drumming out the wanton words, Shameful, sultry, sentence after sentence. Drawing the sweet, innocent And downright dirty inside. Where they squeeze, squirm and shudder, Deep within their psyche, As they lie, sit or stand. A rhythm kept in time, With the light, camera, action Of a screenshot before the never blinking eyes.
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