Across a continent
We spoke -
We met -.
You opened to me
And showed me
Your vulnerability
And your desire for me.
So I responded and felt desire for you.
And now -
You are a sweet friend to me,
Accepting me without knowing me,
And I am here for you.
Your image is on my mind.
The image of a sweet dream woman
Who is real flesh and blood,
And who has heart.
And I think
Perhaps one day we will really kiss,
And I smile!

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