Mystery Woman

To my mystery woman
who I've never met
she brings a smile to my face
with each and every text.
A picture message here,
a voice note there.
A giggle hanging on a thread;
she cuts loose with the next words to be read

I don't know your smile,
nor have I seen the colour of your eyes.
Unaware of your gestures;
In this textual world, my anticipation festers

Left to my imagination;
a sweltering figment..
burst from its infinite depths
and show me exactly my creation