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.