So Technosexual </3

Electrical impulses transmit,
An abstract idea slowly forms,
As emotions process it,
Slowly it takes upon a more concrete form,
And words are assigned to it,
Substitutions and reductions,
Expansions and revisions,
The idea becomes more real,
Neurons fire madly,
Swimming in a current of webbed nerve endings,
Synapses ignite, bridging gaps between,
Signal traveling through the spine,
Down a neural network maze,
A well travelled sinuous road,
Arriving at their destination,
Fingertips acting upon a pen,
Manipulating black encapsulated ink,
Air forcing it down towards rolling ball,
Leaving a trail as it acts upon paper,
Elegant script detailing words,
Then just as quickly,
Pen violates the last line,
Striking out a nascent phrase,
Before continuing on to rephrase,
Then striking through again,
Phrase begets strike begets phrase,
A vicious cycle of writer’s block,
My words could never do you justice,
My words could never touch the beauty that is you,
Could never capture your essence,
Words could never accurately describe those blissful moments,
Could never describe the feeling of your arm touching mine,
Could never describe the laughter we both let out in those intimate moments of mirth,
Your voice too beautiful to trap and reduce to words,
Describing the sweet amorous tone of your voice on the phone,
Or share the euphoric rush of hope felt in those moments,
No, my words pale in comparison to the things I long to express,
My diction, allusion, and metaphors could never stand up to your poetic expressions,
My words will never suffice to win you over like I hoped that they would,
Will never move or sway others the way I desire,
Will never leave the lasting impression of me I wish as my legacy,
Will never fully represent the broad spectrum of my emotions,
But I can do naught more than attempt ceaselessly in my labors,
With my pen I paint an imperfect portrait of a vision so divine,
I create a reality that fails to mirror your designs,
But I must continue to write the next line.