Eyes meet in a vision of similarities, with no worries of peculiarities, to block out the sunrise in the icons eyes.

As the cursors geographical position flows freely to its destination in relation to the oncoming surprise,

The thrust of joy, tickles the toy in its position of fixation in relation to natures swift arrival in totality,

What is to come is envisioned in both of the icons minds as waves of pleasure become reality.

Neurons race their path of travel to help unravel pure pleasure,

As a pirate envisions his bounty so does the coming of what is to be a perfect treasure.

Worlds of fantasy explode in episodes of orgasmic explosions causing time to completely hault within,

as the moment seems to freeze in time and then again begin.

As a suspension in cyber space with no reboot, even after alt, control, delete. 

The icons float, hoping that they can simply live in suspended animation forever so sweet.

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