Kiddo is a Solo Act

Once in a while, I think it is such a shame that no one has swept me up from earth's terrain to be theirs. Since I was a child, I have dreamed of being abducted by an alien male, infatuated with my organic and bionic anatomy. I have even grown my hair out to the longest of pigtails. Not only that, the knobs of my irises have turned to the purest of jaded greens. I painted my pout a rosy pink, and lathered my skin in rich, luscious oils. A pre-adolescent voice calls out to the sky, screaming to be carried up steps to a UFO...especially when i gaze at monthly meteor showers.. Until then, my nimble fingers write, draw, illustrate, and paint.. i paint my dreams. I paint anything I want to...

Yours

Is it possible to miss someone I have never met? Well, goddamnit, of course it is.
Unspoken words caress your ears in dreams. My green eyes faintly sparkle in your imagination.
What color are your eyes?
If I were a photographer, I would capture your irises within milliseconds. As a painter, I would divulge each hue carefully with the softest acrylics.
Your fingertips are aggressive, yet delicate, gliding across this cybernetic terrain.
With every bite of my lip, my gears spin wildly. My system has been aching for a new, experienced technician.
For the procedure, please dress me in only combat boots, electrical tape, eyeliner, and pigtails. For you, please charm me in a black suit.
My eyes will remained closed until you awaken me..
Xx