tagNon-Erotic PoetryWho is that calling...

Who is that calling...


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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