I have never felt loved so strongly,
As I do when I'm with you.
I stumbled through my life so blindly,
Close to bidding this life adieu.
Then by random chat and happenstance,
Some old yearnings did arise.
A friend showed me the forum by chance,
Now I live for the replies.
The first of them I met was one voice,
A true lady, mild and sweet.
After I knew her I had no choice,
My heart admitted defeat.
Azblond has been there for me you know,
Despite my being impure.
Sometimes she reminds me of a doe,
Skittish, nervous and unsure.
The next would be a true kindred soul,
A beauty in her own right.
Isabelle, Izzy, or so I'm told,
Don't lose that girlish delight.
My newest Lady is Saxoness,
She will be a lovely friend.
I met her today I must confess,
Any more on her will depend.
Lastly, we come to Lady deVine,
Grande dame of erotic verse.
Her words hit the brain like a dry wine,
Leaving you with greater thirst.
For any I've forgotten to craft rhyme,
It fills me with such sorrow.
It was not for lack of time,
You'll have one on the morrow.
Being paranoid is the biggest reason I'm still around to practice my paranoia.