By Badru Mulisike


I met a friend

On the morning of luck

I imagine her looks

with a pencil i sketch her face

And with a pen i imagine her in words


My Online Friend

always dressed to kill

like all the girls of her age

her hair blonde&natural

Her body smooth,strong and soft

Tall but not too tall

short but not too short

medium size she is


My Online Friend


brilliant and modern

her teeth white like snow

her voice smooth and soft

Her smile as cute as a young moon

I imagine her

My Online Friend.