It's a wide world out there 

So much wider than imagined 

I can't quite put my finger on the pulse 

Of your heart softly beating 

Just beneath the raw silk sheen 

That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.

 

So punch my name. 

And in case you wonder - 

I'll be yours - yours, dot com. 



Executive accommodation 

Bland but nonetheless appealing 

Waiters discretely at your beck and call 

Place the tall sun-down potion 

Lightly by your velvet elbow 

While you compose a message on the wall. 



So punch my name. 

And in case you wonder - 

I'll be yours - yours, dot com. 



With your handmade leather valise 

Packed and ready, ready waiting 

Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat 

Gice a clue; leave a kind word 

Hint as to a destination 

A domain where our cyber-souls might meet. 



So punch my name. 

And in case you wonder - 

I'll be yours - yours, dot com.