FAST AND COOL
You come back to life,
from black to bright lcd light.
All you need is a light touch,
and already you're emitting data,
that goes straight to my heart and cunt.
You speak to me softly but the
speakers shock me, I adjust the volume,
and stroke you gently gently.
Stroking you arouses me,
now I do it really quickly.
You seem to get stuck on the loading,
the heat and noise become noticeable.
You seem to struggle,
I think it's too much to juggle.
A software update is possible.
I put you to sleep, but I can't handle,
not seeing your brightness that lights up
my bedroom so sweet.
You want to sleep but you're jealous,
when you see me using iPhone 6.
I come back for you and take you
to Youtube, I play you a classic from Ja Rule.
You say he's cute, I prefer Beyoncé's tunes.
It's fine when it's just me and you.
In the bedroom, you are fast and cool.
You know I just love staring at you,
but you should know that I like other girls too.
You can't twerk like those girls
wearing designer sports gear.
They are exciting, but they don't get
running on i7 like you, with a graphics card
that goes beyond you, me and the bedroom.
you and I are like that red wall, it’s a good idea in theory but somehow it doesn’t quite work