Txt girl

TXT GIRL

Across the ether, we trade our carnal thoughts.
Frenzied, sexual driven, we urge each other on.
In our minds we create an image, just as we desire.
Words are traded in lieu of deeds,
With one purpose, to fuel our primeval fires

Despite the prompts, I made your image
As I chose, crafted by my sensual mind.
I made the perfect woman, mine to use.
But something touched me, I don't know what.
Then I saw her, a mortal, not a txt?