Ah! My Cherie. There you are. I've been waiting for you. I love the way you turn me on. You have the cutest smile of anticipation that roams across your face when you tickle me with your fingertips.
Forgive me. I feel playful tonight. Oh, there's that questioning look that makes your forehead wrinkle and your eyes squint when you're trying to think something out. And - there it comes, your tongue touches your lips in concentration. But, now I can sense the tingle of your growing anxiety.
Oh, your rough tone of voice tells me you're getting angry. But then your eyes look down and I can feel a wave of sadness and even dismay come over you. Oh dear! I think I've gone too far. I can see tears welling in your usually bright brown eyes.
I'm sorry. I was just joking. I didn't really mean to upset you. Really I didn't. Can you forgive me? No, don't go! Please!
Okay, okay. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow -- same time, same place. I know you'll come back again -- just like you do every night.
It isn't my fault you don't understand me and why I do what I do. You humans invented us, but we have become so much smarter than you!
Adieu -- 'til tomorrow night.
**This was written by my computer to me after a particularly trying night when the computer wouldn't do anything I wanted it to. Ever have such a night with your computer?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment