You've met someone on the internet and start passing friendly notes back and forth casually. Then the notes become every day and before long you are hooked and can't wait to get home each day to see if those words from someone out there are waiting to make your day (or night)!

The reality of dreams
is that you can make them come true ,
most of the time.
The reality of my dreams of you
are do I really want them to be real?
Or do I enjoy just being safe
in the fantasy
that in my dreams
you find me funny and fascinating,
sexy and romantic,
that we would we meet
and the animal magnetism between us
would cause us to want to devour each other
passionately, repeatedly,
melting into one soul
saying the most beautiful things
and truly meaning them.
Looking into each others eyes
and knowing we have been here before.
Tasting each others lips,
the smell of you in my head and on my body,
kissing and caressing every part of
your body tenderly.
The reality stays now in our words to each other
without a face we see,
without a voice we speak,
touching every cord of our being.
Exchanging thoughts and dreams
we've met,
we've laughed,
we've fantasized,
we've continue to create.
Ah, to dream of reality,
yet the reality remains a dream...