Ode to the girl in the AVbyfifty5©
Ode to the girl in the AV - a prose poem
I looked at her av.
Sexy, but beautiful in a purely aesthetic way too...
I read her posts.
Quick and witty - even catty; but many others were caring - stroking the egos of those to whom she replied.
I chuckled at her humour, drooled over that av - and then she changed it! Anger flared! How dare she take down that icon of beauty?
But while the new one - two - three - didn't make me catch my breath, I suddenly found myself laughing at the visual wit.
Eventually, I summoned up the nerve to send a PM.
She replied. With sensible caution, but friendly encouragement.
I know she has a partner.
I know she lives in my country - and she's trusted me with the name of the town in which she lives.
I want to drive there.
I want to drive there now - arriving in time for breakfast...
I want her to welcome me - and I want her partner to welcome me too. I want them both to trust me.
And if that's all that happens, well, I'll still be the richer for the experience. When I drive home again, I'll be glad that I went - for nothing.
And I'll still look at that av - whenever she puts it up again -
And I'll still love her.