We made out last Saturday night.

While she was wet and cold after taking a shower prior to the Messenger Yahoo,

Lore of Angels cleared the rainy clouded skies of gloom,

Daintily smiling, us ending our convo in the chat room,

Asking me to keep her warm, her icy legs out her bathe,

A towel she carried, inviting garments of shorts and tank,

Finding her space, our first instant message while in her bed she lay,

Our 1-on-1, she amorously proclaimed,

A while to tease, she repeats the cold air shakes,

Her hair so wet as sweet Special K Strawberry cereal she ate,

Left her needing me to bring my cute sexy body she craves,

So we help each other hold heat;

Yet I did not kiss to only tell, I say,

She climbed on top and be-bodied gently upon me,

Grasp both hands together firmly then whip your curly hair across my face,

While you kiss me, upon both sides, breathe in deep,

I knew she would say, of course, which such delight,

All I can hear from her line I vividly take and perceive,

The first time I made love before we had wifi,

Never to touch or see, take in the moans till light,

Although we were far apart two thousand miles,

We made out until 6 am that Saturday night.

Thanks for reading my poem that no one read. Hope you enjoyed it.