David Heeley


Phone Love - Poem by David Heeley

Her features really turn me on
My aerial pops up when I see her
Her sexy style and curves light me up
I want her number

Can’t get her out my memory
Longing for her just to call me
I love her features and her body
She is the phone of my dreams
My phone love

A body like that cant be natural
She is certainly man made
Designed by well-skilled engineers
She is a beautiful model

We shared a pocket Friday night
We were close. So very tight
I got quite hot and I vibrated
She pushed my buttons through the night

Are we breaking up?
Why are you sending me mixed signals?
You’re being ever so unclear

Don’t dump me!
Don’t just throw me away!

I ask for help but get none
Just jargon I don’t understand

We used to connect so well
Just cos I’m old doesn’t mean I cant perform
Dented and scratched but I’m the same
I’m still the same on the inside

I want you to be there when my battery’s low
You’re breaking me

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2005



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