Oh! How I faint when thou doth text me so,
Every noise from my phone does arouse me,
Back and forth and back and forth we go,
Palms sweat, fingers slide across qwerty
And when our affections, too strong for words
Turn instead to hearts and smirking faces,
Lips stick fist bumps bananas smiling turds,
Divine hieroglyphics! my heart it races!
But when the pace of our communiqué
Does slow and doubt begins to invade me
Did my thoughts offend? Perhaps too risqué?
Our signals have crossed, please let me aid thee:
It’s only your touch of which I’m bereft
Come find me IRL* DTF*
*In Real Life
*Down To Fuck