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After the call

I cannot ask
The words remain stuck in my throat
Then I swallow hard
To push the urge down,down.

I cannot ask
Her ruby red lips
Her hair, an African midnight
Her silk soft slender skin

Ah, I dare not ask
For her sticky warmth
The gateway to a Nirvan

Expectant eyes begging
My legs,3 trembling
I cannot ask
I already paid for it.

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  • Angelflower
    April 9, 2008

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    Wow..lol.. that last line threw me..lol.
    I really liked where you went with this prompt very good..
    Jetleena