WRITER’S NOTE: This poem is dedicated to the moment I first ached to meet a hookup from Grindr, and to all those moments everyone reading this has desired that someone on the other side of the chatversation whom they’ve desired without meeting.
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Why do I think of you?
Why do I wonder what you are up to?
Why do I care what goes on with you
When you and I have never met
Is this love or lust
Or loneliness crying out for a companion
When I eventually see you and run my eyes over your face
Will my heart skip a beat?
Will we bond for life like two swans at the water’s edge?
Will your kisses satisfy my hunger?
Will my touch inspire your dread?
Will goose pimples appear when flags arise?
Will mental curtains fall when the conversation falls?
Will phone signals flee when Caller IDs flash?
Why do chat lines promise what the eyes have not seen?
Why do photos mask the dance of lust?
Will walls rise or fall when tales are shared?
Will friends become lovers?
Or will words dry up like skin in Harmattan?
The answers to these questions of my heart
They lie, waiting to be discovered, 146.9 miles away
Written by Alex
kitodiaries 
Nice poem. A couple of times I have felt this way, it’s good that he captured it thus…
You are bright eyed and romantic and then you are screwed over a few times amd you wise up!
Just ask Max, he knows the drill
**sets coffee table, and convenes meeting of lipstick gang**
LMAO!!! Dennis, I hope you know that Max is going to poison the teacup you’ll be drinking your own coffee from, right?
Way to go Dennis, bursting the bubbles of us ROMANTICS.
😂😂😂😂.. Your head is right there Pinky…
I should add “Why don’t you look nothing at all like the picture you sent me”
This was lovely except i am not exactly doe eyed anymore. Three particular people came to mind as i read this, leading me on and roping me in. And you can guess that they totally broke my heart in pieces. It was totally over before it even started. A three part series could totally come out of those.
Do you need me to refresh my email for you? 😀
Story hustler 😂😂
PP your own ashewo is for stories….. Ahn ahn! 😂
Hahahaahaahaaa. Limme biko Lothario
Well…
Been there Done that!
Will that person become the creep who’d take your name and picture to a ‘Babalawo’ because you guys just had a little fight?
It has begun
*shuddering*
Let it go honey, let it go..
Meet Elsa for tips.
I think I need to write a story about this.
Been down this particular alley tons of times.
Panthertb@yahoo.com
🙂
Doing my hustling now for me, eh Max? 🙂
Loool pinky you know they said your blog is now public property (shareholders and all) so with more shareholders comes more personal assistants :-p
Meanwhile Maximus, you got the email wrong share T_T T_T T_T
My dear ehn. I can’t fit to shout.
Those feelings….and then you meet the person and the opposite becomes ur reality…..
I like. (Y)
Lovely….. Please keep the flag flying. Some of us doe eyed romantics have to balance out the cynics. Everyone can find love and I stand my ground on that 😇
You Romantic? You want me to table your matter here?
Table it….. I am a romantic…. Kpom kwem
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