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