My Poetic Crush

Again I find myself pathetic waiting here alone
a love sick puppy on this virtual streetcorner.
Hoping to see your latest poem posted on my updates
or perchance to see your comments on my recent work.
 
While I've only known of you for several months
I feel that you are surely a spirit most kindred.
Getting to know you via your lovely poems and messages
falling deeply in love with you from the inside out.
 
Usually I am able to catch myself, let reason speak
reminding me that this is such silly wanton fancy.
Pointing out how little I really know about you
and that which I do could be but a wicked disguise.
 
But then my heart floods and pumps strongly romantic
intoxicating me with the most wild sensuous imaginings.
My head nestled on your lap as you read me tender rhyme
interupted only by many long wet kissing intermissions.
 
At night I lie down beside my betrothed cold and guilty
as I long for sweet sleep to rescue me with dreams of you.
Sharing these seductive dreamful tristes of poetic bliss
till dawn douces me with the ice chilled water of reality.
 
Oh that I could but stand up and shout out my feelings
let you know that which only poetry can truly confess.
But I have not the epic strength nor the required valor  
for this bard to step out from behind the safety of his poetry.