Ode to the girl in the AV

Ode to the girl in the AV - a prose poem

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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.