Mysterious

At times her avatar is no more than a display of her eyes
But I've learned that the eyes are capable of lies
The rest of her features are a total mystery to me
Drawn from my rabbit hole by my curiosity

Does her mouth form a smirk or contain a full smile
Does she come with attitude, like no one is worth her while
Is her nose pugged or long and comes to a point
Would she turn up that nose if I rolled up a joint

Could her face be as beautiful as most have imagined
With the body of a goddess as most have imagined
Is she nice and slim with navel orange sized tits
Or is she short and sassy, with a rounded butt and thick

Could her hair be shoulder length or cut into a style
Does she add different colored dyes, because she likes it wild
Does she like to read different poems, especially the ones that get her wet
Is there certain writers of erotica that she simply can't forget

Poems of erotica that makes her nipples so freaking hard
They would break through her blouse if her bra wasn't on guard
Poems that makes her think of the last time her fingers and clit sparred
Poems that makes her spend an evening with the computer all clothes discard

Pinching on her nipples and lips, while rubbing her clit
Up and down, round and round, all along her slit
Repeating the writer's name as she imagines, that she and the characters are the same
As she spews forth that thick white cream her avatar hides her shame