The Call Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
The Call
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.
I say beat him to a pulp. Its the only way to be sure. Then he will lovingly come back for more.
Good one. He will call dont worry. Go easy on the fists though
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4/25/2024 1:52:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem put a smile on my face, a lovely read: -)