Call Me Poem by Ruby Honeytip

Call Me

Rating: 4.7


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 04 November 2012

You can feel the excitement Ruby, great writing

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Khairul Ahsan 02 May 2017

'A vibration so sweet And so deliciously low That she melts to liquid' - wonderful depiction of excitement over a voice and the imagined consequences.

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Sandy Player 02 January 2013

So very magical, its like we really are there

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Stevie Taite 24 November 2012

How well you captured the excitement! Wow!

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Indranil Bhaduri 10 November 2012

A moment of conversation cherished for long..exciting and intriguing.. Loved it.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 09 November 2012

the feeling of that particular moment is well penned here!

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