Call Me Poem by Ruby Honeytip
Call Me
It's him!
She picks up.
The deep timbre
Of his voice
Reaches down the line
And thrums through her centre.
A vibration so sweet
And so deliciously low
That she melts to liquid.
Can he tell
She is all pounding of heart
And weak of stance just
At the sound of his voice?
Does he know what she would do to him?
If only he would ask!
She wraps herself in the sound of him instead.
Then the dreaded moment.
He has to go.
Goodbye then....
She waits for the beep....beep....beep
To help slow her breathing.
Oh Boy!
Thanks for calling.
© 2012
the feeling of that particular moment is well penned here!
That is the epitome of love, " She wraps herself in the sound of him instead. "
'A vibration so sweet And so deliciously low That she melts to liquid' - wonderful depiction of excitement over a voice and the imagined consequences.
A moment of conversation cherished for long..exciting and intriguing.. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/10/2024 12:41:01 PM # 1.0.0
You can feel the excitement Ruby, great writing