tagNon-Erotic PoetryWho is that calling...

Who is that calling...

byRedHairedandFriendly©

My pencil it is broken
now isn't that sad.
My computer keyboard,
lies in the trash can.

So instead of writing stories,
I will just have to do,
something I have only
done a time or two.

I will have to take
it upon myself,
to pick up that white telephone
that I have upon my shelf.

Fingers will have to push
numbers instead of keys,
and place a call to someone
who has a fiery need.

Will it be a stranger
that picks up the other end?
Will it even matter
once that I begin?

I'll use my sultry voice,
and whisper sexy words.
Soon I will be answered
moans and groans well heard.

So if your sitting there
and the phone it starts to ring
just think back and remember
this ditty that I sing.

And possibly when you pick up
the voice along your ear
will make you think that I,
RedHairedandFriendly is quite near.

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