Unexpected Pleasure

In an isolated corner of a smoky chatroom
silent, eyes wide, hiding in gloom
trying to recover from a now distant lover
quietly watching and waiting to discover
answers to questions as yet unveiled
of love and passion, the holy grail
an anonymous offer of friendship, not more
from the heart of an orchid, finding rapport
owl eyes blink at being disturbed
tired of adjectives, ready to verb
22 reasons to not pluck this flower
but enticed and excited by promises of power
passion blinded, heart opened to pleasure
deep seeking sword explores hidden treasure
loosening gently that frozen by rust
hyperlink bonds, a union in trust
an opening door so easy to miss
blasted wide by intention
of that telling first kiss