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After Midnight
Some time after midnight,
Her cat awakens with a meow.
Maybe the moon's too bright.
It doesn't matter how.
Her eyes lurk at shadow pictures on the wall,
Slitting in the ink-soft darkness cowl.
She cannot see but feels her fingers tremble for a touch.
She lingers,
Startling at the rush
Of grasping for her phone,
Startled to find herself alone,
Clutching the phone from its dock
Dialing, whispering, "I miss your cock."
Her cat awakens with a meow.
Maybe the moon's too bright.
It doesn't matter how.
Her eyes lurk at shadow pictures on the wall,
Slitting in the ink-soft darkness cowl.
She cannot see but feels her fingers tremble for a touch.
She lingers,
Startling at the rush
Of grasping for her phone,
Startled to find herself alone,
Clutching the phone from its dock
Dialing, whispering, "I miss your cock."
Published 6th Dec 2018
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7th Dec 2018 1:54am
told you had to quit when coming in the window
now you miss her call
Dialing, whispering, "I miss your cock."
see if you been quit you would have heard the call
now you miss her call
Dialing, whispering, "I miss your cock."
see if you been quit you would have heard the call
7th Dec 2018 2:41am
13th Dec 2018 00:12am
Anonymous
20th Jan 2019 4:45am
That was sum call. :)
