You find yourself falling for her,
a figment of electronic transmission.
No flatulence, eructation
or morning breath.
She carefully chooses her words
before hitting send, loves your work
and never criticizes your choice
for dinner, movies or music.
She loves what you love,
never mentions what doesn’t fit.
This perfect woman stops just
shy of over the top sensual,
doesn’t expect you to be on time,
take out the garbage or
remember her birthday,
but she remembers yours.
Admire another woman?
Go ahead, take her on,
it’s not a problem.
She really ought to tell you,
she isn’t always that loveable.
Her truth lies in cyberspace.
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