pour some sugar on me

it's obvious

she's a romance scammer,

skimming

stones across

the lake

of the internet.

she provides me

with an

attractive picture

of her face,

her legs.

she pours sugar on me

with alluring words and vows

of devotion

after

a mere random

text message

or two,

from out of the blue.

but what's the game here?

the short game,

or the long game?

when will

she ask for money, for

a certified

check in the mail.

will she be stuck in an

airport

somewhere in Venezuela?

Paris or Rome,

unable to board

a train

in Kazakhstan

without the proper Deniro.

love

these days a strange, yet

interesting thing.