I'm sitting by the desk and thinking
That my love the Skype is linking
And her voice and giggle I so want to hear
Far away and yet so, oh-so-close, near
She is being swept by daily chores,
Mother, kids and intermittent wars
But inside this light is brightly lit
Keeping her afloat, I admit
I'm longing for her hot embrace
And a look at her mischievous face
For a kiss that's sweeter than ice cream
I am yearning so I could just scream
Yes, my darling, our love's alive
For your every kiss I'll give you five
And the nectar of your lips I want to drink
For as long as Skype will hold the link
Skype Love
© Copyright: Эдвард Крицкий, 2012
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