Fishing In The Online Dating Pond

I use words to bait my hook,

With precision do I work,

Using words to camouflage my baggage,

I cast my line,

And I wait,

Like any fisherman,

I wait,

I feel a tug,

I jerk my pole to hook him in,

I ease up and start talking,

Will he take my words as I say them,

The repartee a give and take,

The line a colloquy of desire,

He breaks free,

I'm left with my words,

My longing my only reward