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Hello
“Hello.....”
…..It's Me I haven't seen you for a long, long time
“How've you been ?......”
….Hey boy, you've been heavy on my mind
though we parted a little less
than friends
but it's truly wonderful to hear that sultry voice one mo' gin
for the good times
looking past your lying eyes
and remembering the kindred “ties that bind”
Angie singing 'bout that damned
U-Haul
sinking deep into the softness
of that plush love seat,
time and distance between us growing
ever so small
a remembered fragrance
right behind your ear
tasting the nape of your slender neck
your hands drop down
across my leg.......the danger zone drawing
near (.....what else would I expect?)
“Liar, liar-panties on fire"
hand grasping the inside of your knee
a moth moving towards the flame,
higher and higher
(and it's always hot "down south"...on the "sunny" side of the street )
something about the way
you'd gently part your mouth
and cooooo....
my hands seemed to always find their way
inside that satin blouse
nipples hard.....
…..my mouth is parched
wanting you
...that pussy so phat, full and ripe
wet as a damned Georgia peach
things getting' hot and heavy
my jeans become just a little bit tight (....got me squirmin' for comfort all over these leather seats)
“ I just want to wet my whistle......”
…..to get lost in her wilderness, an excursion into the deep, tangled and dark
trapped inside that brazen wild beast,
forced screams of an exotic beauty in full-blown heat
I had to pull over to the curb and park....
reminiscing,
ready for some
squeezin' and some kissin'
“well, it's always good to see an old, familiar face......”
“…..indeed, I'm heading out, past our old favorite rendezvous place”
“...can't we just meet one minute- for old time sake?”
In my mind, I knew just what was in store
…....then she whispered four little words I had almost chosen to ignore
(and the phone fell from her hand, I heard it hit the floor)
Published 11th Nov 2017
| Edited 12th Nov 2017
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....my interpretation of a call I received today from a friend I hadn't spoken to in awhile.....unsolicited, completely out of the blue. Memories too intense for a mere mortal. What do I do? I think......therefore, I write 😉
11th Nov 2017 8:37am
Could sum this up in rhyming:
I got a phone call from my past,
Of love-with-lust that did not last,
Bringing back the memory
Of hot things that you did with me,
When I had a place in your heart...
And I wonder, why did we part?
I got a phone call from my past,
Of love-with-lust that did not last,
Bringing back the memory
Of hot things that you did with me,
When I had a place in your heart...
And I wonder, why did we part?
12th Nov 2017 3:46am
You have done what few others have can do; make me appreciate a musical artist that in the past I didn't have much positive to say about. Never been a Todd Rundgren fan. I chalk it up to a squabble he and John Lennon had. That was at a time, I will admit, in which I put Lennon on a pedestal, before I wanted to accept that musicians are in the end, humans as well. I remembered too that Rundgren was on "Live At Daryl's House". While I don't think he will ever be on my top 10, I have to appreciate his craft at composition. You educate me yet again!
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12th Nov 2017 10:58pm
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Anonymous
17th Nov 2017 7:24pm
Interesting pen. A call filled with so much memory. Sexy pen non the less.
