Your Computer Poet is inspired by a whiff of perfume in a grand hallway. Unexpectedly, someone laughs out loud. As he expected, he wants an explanation. This moment is neatly horny rustic. He thinks: It has all been a fantasy. So we tango across the sahara. We fear no evil. Your love will keep me safe. Things that go bump in the night are still hanging around somewhere. If we play our cards right. A guy known as Your Computer Poet is a master of technology. And it makes me love him. He lusts after me. He begs for love. And is faster than a speeding bullet...