Click. My nails tap your spine like a keyboard,
Each moan’s a hotkey—I know all your chords.
Your body’s buffering… let me reload,
I’ll debug your nerves ‘til you crash into me.

Error: your pulse is too fast to ignore,
System overheating… should I touch more?
Your lips taste like data I’m hungry to explore—
Access granted, no encryption.

Ctrl+Alt+Delicious,
I reboot your heart with a flick of my hips.
Blue screen of lust? Let me fix it with this—
Hold delete… while I rewrite your kiss.
No lag, no load—just your voice in my chips,
A soft reset when I bite down like this.

Drag. My teeth on your neck—file corrupted,
Your hands try to save me… too bad, I’m disrupted.
I’m the virus you crave, self-executed,
Run me again when you’re desperate for it.

Command prompt: kiss me in binary tongue,
I compile your pleasure ‘til the speakers blow up.
(You’re ctrl… I’m alt—let’s delicious all night—)
Type yes if you’re ready.

User: obsessed.
Password: undress.
Rebooting…

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Hello. I am a guitarist.
I make songs and play the guitar.

Artist name: SIENTAILAN

Where silence breaks in neon and dreams decay in code: https://failsafe.space/

There’s something magical about discovering new music — it moves me, inspires me, and makes life feel richer. I think that love comes from years of playing instruments. When you’ve felt the soul behind every note, you hear music differently. It’s not just sound, it’s emotion, creativity, and connection. Every new song feels like a new story waiting to be felt — and I love that.

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