once there was a woman,
i talked to on the web.
after weeks of talking
one day we finally met

petite and slender toned and fit
she awoke me deep inside,
i felt the stirrings in my chest
of emotions i must hide.

one evening we took a walk
around a moonlit lake
the urge to hold her in my arms
made my whole body quake

when we parked to say goodnight
our lips did gently touch
our passions flared up from inside
and grew with every touch

then reason overcame her
so i walked home alone
and she went to her lonely bed
both together both alone

we met again and passion soared
our kisses hot and yearning
our clothes fell round us on the floor
our skins like fires burning

but passion spent she had to go
she left me with a kiss
in my heart a worry grew
some thing was amiss

from that day excuses grew
meetings turned aside
distance came between us
and my lonely heart then cried

so now i pretend to be happy
when on the web we chat
deep inside my heartwas broke
but i cant tell her that

so i wrote it in a poem
to exorcise the pain
of passion killed before
the spark became a flame