Bop Poem

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Each night, we meet in virtual love,
Our avatars with smiles and laughter,
Our bodies a thousand miles apart.
We try to be content with what we have
not dwell upon the pleasures we have not,
but its so hard to keep the flame alive.

I write you poetry, sweet words of passion,
love sworn in words well crafted in design,
yet never consummate those tender words
in actions …
When all I really want is you in my arms,
our bodies locked in love’s embrace.
To hold you close is my obsession,
my soul desire.

So many changes to occur,
before that day will come.
I sometimes wonder, can our love endure?
Yet, every second, every minute, every hour,
my first thought is of you,
and every day I want you more.


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