Sending Messages Into Space

The tips of my fingers
respond to you
as fast as you reply
But I don't see you
And I don't have to

The tips of my fingers
can tell when you
are lying by the amount
of time it takes you to answer me
And I don't have to see you

The tips of my fingers
respond to you
after you had sex with him
It's just what I'm used to
Do you see yourself in the rear-view?

The tips of my fingers
can play the same games you play
though my lack of nails speeds the process
without scratches even
When I give you the finger

The tips of my fingers
can tell you just where to go
or even make you come
Does it take my entire hand
to make a more firm stand?

The tips of my fingers
send messages into space
That's how my love for you lingers
When no answer slaps me in the face