The Call

Poem By Sally Plumb Plumb

I'll whip your body naked
to the sound of dreamy jazz,
flail you with kisses
and kickstart your sleeping
heart into witness.
I'll fight you with fists
if you don't remember
my name, and worry
about it afterwards.

but.... if you call
I shall come running.

Comments about The Call

Good one. He will call dont worry. Go easy on the fists though

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