No excitement in my lonely life, seduced by the internet
A sensual pen-name “Ebony Exotica” slips out so easy
Brief hesitation (will I? won’t I? nothing to lose) send.
I couldn’t believe my luck, replies almost instant
I have tapped into the world’s lonely hearts club
People want to know me, hear about me, maybe love me?
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After sifting through reply riff-raff, there on screen,
Someone I can get to know, someone to complete me
So compatible, so perfect, I couldn’t believe my luck
“Ebony Exotica you are my kind of gal
I love drives in the country and picnics on the beach
Sipping wine on the patio, long star-lit nights,
Dylan and Wings and sweet Blue Moon roses
I am fun loving and kind-hearted, your kind of guy”
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Back and forth go our emails, filling days and nights
“Dylan Delicious” soothes me with his soft words
Agrees with me, feels with me, “I love you” slips out so easy
No reservations, no hesitations, send.
I couldn’t believe my luck, “We should meet dearest Ebony
You name the place, I’ll bring sweet Blue Moon roses.”
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I await the (hopeful) true love of my life with trepidation
Relationship reality may be different than Internet fantasy
So may he be? I spy the blue roses, he is shorter, thicker
His eyes are not gentle, they linger too long on my breasts
He was at least twenty years older than his photo – hallelujah!
I couldn’t believe my luck, his lie about his age gave me an out.
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