I want more than digital ghosts,
than pixels shaped into words,
encrypted secret zeros and ones,
fading with the screen's light.
I want more than messages,
random thoughts sent through wires,
however sweet and delicious,
arriving without a soft caress.
I want your laughter in the air,
not just letters spelling it out,
your scent in my lungs,
our bodies close, your voice real.
I want more than words.
I want you, here, now.
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