Her body tells a story
A room spins out of control
voices creep midline into her consciousness
past, present and future.
Answers leave her oblivious,
ringing phone, answer at will

Chair stands center table to phone,
lace covers her mideway, thighs exposed,
Color absorbs the many moods contained in her eyes
Compassion enters a remission,
as the spining stops the overtones in her conscious.
Ringing phone, do not disturb.

One hand on the button,
the other clentched to fist,
her voice becomes clear, focused, unbenounced to the voice on the other end.
Hello's are the last words spoken.

Husky voice wants attention
numerious callers tell her notions unspoken,
Make it happen, open your mouth,
sentences come forth from a book, a place,
where dreams lay her on the bed and caress her,
help her feel, warm and free.
Talk to me.

Come to your senses, believe in the magic
softly spoken words raise her up off the chair
dance her around the room, call out to her,
vibrant and sexual she dances her dance
unknown partner on the other end
releases his own emotions through hands,
movement under covers or open and exposed
he calls out,
Talk to me
Talk dirty to me.

Room spins,
as she talks endless words
talks dirty,
as he repeats in her ear
Talk dirty to me and come.

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