Who is this lady can you tell me,
Staring at me from the computer screen,
Long hair, dark eyes, an air of mystery,
Looking like a beauty queen.
Her laughter unheard must echo with musical charm,
Her voice must be as sweet as the wind,
The sparkle in her eye would set off a fire alarm,
And her touch must be one of very soft skin.
If the promises in her eyes match,
Her words she types to me on here,
To her I will become attached,
When before me she appears.
I wait with great anticipation and racing heart,
To fulfill the wishes we both crave,
When we meet for real then we can start,
To get acquainted and then misbehave.
Copyright 2008 William M. Ward
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