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

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. 

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