To the man who talks and listens to me <br />Whenever I'm alone <br />Who really seems to know me <br />Even just over the phone <br /> <br />Whenever I hear his voice <br />My coochie starts to throb <br />And then I get all hot inside <br />So my hand moves down to do its job <br /> <br />He describes exactly what he wants <br />And he likes it when I do the same <br />I have told some memories of myself <br />And listened as he came <br /> <br />I do not really know how he looks <br />And I'm not even sure I care <br />I know how much he turns me on <br />And of this I've made him aware <br /> <br />I really think this is what I need <br />Someone to make me feel good <br />If we ever met everything would change <br />So I wouldn't do it even if I could. <br /> <br />08/22/2005<br /><br />Angelique' Rockwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anonymous-phone-sex/
