Knowing Rick a poem by Eve

A year ago I met a man

Playing word crozzle, and from that sprang

Sexy talk that went with a bang

Made us both wet, and gave us a pang

I knew he played lots of other games

Did cyber sex ,with others,with no names

I didnt know he had a lover

He probably only needed her to recover.

We continued to talk , more not less

A sexy picture, a word, a smile, no distress

Then his lover got ill and died

Wanted to hold him while he cried

Tried to help with a listening ear

Help the blues, making thinking clear

Our lives came and went

We certainly shared,some interesting events

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I knew he chatted to his dolly mixers

I shared with the others, he  rotated fixtures

He liked to be needed and adored

To make women come the ultimate reward

His fantasy  was domination

Talk her to submission with conversation

I haven’t succumbed to the cybersex lure

Tried to keep it friendship pure.

Hes self contained and only shares

Parts of himself, be aware

He tries to keep people happy by stretching the truth

Ducks and dives and is sometimes obtuse

His humour is very much his own

He spends lots of time with a bone

So a man of parts,a condrum of sorts

Lovely, annoying with lots of gloss.

Yesterday he asked to meet

I would really like that, the picture complete

To see the whole Rick, would be  kind of neat

It might sort out my feelings of attraction

Add new depth, an unexpected reaction

Love, hate or indifference at least I will know

Whether to let my interest go.

Eve in Converging Lives has been asked for a live meet after a year of chatting on the net. Watch this space for the results.