His call woke me, <br />Although it seemed like an extension <br />Of the erotic dream of him <br />Still filling my head. <br />He apologized, for waking me, <br />Forgot it's two hours later here, <br />He says, he just wanted to hear my voice. <br />I snuggle down under the warm blankets <br />And let my mind drift back <br />To the last time his hands touched me <br />I tell him I wish he were here, <br />Touching me now. <br />My mind is on rewind, reliving kisses <br />And carnal pleasures we shared. <br />I want to climb through the phone <br />And into his arms, into his bed. <br />I tell him this, hear his whispered words <br />In my ear, telling me the things <br />He would do, if I were with him now. <br />The conversation now turns <br />As words become incoherrent and we <br />Are both lost in each others pleasure. <br />Coming down, I am back in my own bed, <br />Listening to him breath through the phone. <br />I wrap myself deeper in the warmth <br />Of my blankets, wishing it were his body <br />Wrapped around me, instead, <br />And whisper Good night.<br /><br />Sandra Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-call/
