I was thinking about you this morning,
the you I have never met.

I was thinking how nice it would be
to have you around.

And how much fun it would be to
banter with you and have some laughs.

I even thought about how nice just a
single touch of your hand would feel.

I didn’t have any erotic thougts about
you.
After all, we haven’t met yet,
let alone been together long enough
for intimate thoughts and actions.

Speaking of which, I know I could
love you so much that I could love
you platonicaly if you were unable or
unwilling to consummate.

I hope we’ll meet soon. I feel as if
I’ve waited my entire life for you.

I’d end this poem with hugs and
kisses, but I don’t want you to think
I’m too forward.

So bye for now.

Bob Boyd