Call Me.
Voice-mail.
I call back.
You fall through.
Keep the lights off.
Pants down.
Roll around.
Don’t speak.
Sweat a little.
And then a little more.
Sun rising.
Get up, get dressed.
Go home.
Enough said!
Problem solved!
Crisis averted!
Day made!
Wait a minute.
Hold up!
What is this~
Afterward?
Dirty filthy little words
Are you texting
Sweet nothings?
Were these meant for me?
Why would you ruin a good thing
Telling me tales
about true love?
Moment ruined!
Problem created!
Crisis commences!
Day over!
Lights on!
Voice-mail after voice-mail after voice-mail forever.
Now when I need
Simple stress relief
I can no longer call you,
Captain Drama.
Do you love that too?
Fool.
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