Call Words

Your voice

Over the phone 

Filled 

With smoke

Smooth, slick 

Thick with 

Hope 

For what 

You need 

For me 

To say 

I can almost

Taste 

Your anticipation 

I can feel 

Your breath 

At my ear  

Willing 

Warning 

Wanting

Haunting each syllable 

Swimming in

Slipping 

Out 

Of this mouth

That you 

Crave

You want 

For me 

To speak 

You want it 

To pour out 

Slow 

Slow 

Slow 

So thick 

And sweet 

The consistency 

Of me 

Molasses 

Sticky 

On my teeth 

And all 

The places 

You promise

Your tongue 

Will reach 

You want the words

To flush 

My cheeks

Red

With heat

You want it 

Barely audible

A nervous whisper

You want 

To hear the wet

As I bite my lip

Cause this 

Is not my way 

These are not 

Words I say 

Often 

You want me 

To admit 

That if you slipped

Your hand 

Past

My waist and

Down 

That I would 

Definitely be ready 

For entry 

You want to

Make me say 

I like it 

I love it 

I listen 

To the gravel

In your inflection

Cadence 

Coming

Closer 

To staccato

As your

Breath

Quickens

Thickens

And you 

Listen for language

That glistens 

Across your brow

And now 

Between my 

Thighs 

I have to swallow

Hard 

To focus 

My hands 

Reach for the space 

Where you should be

But I am only me

And this phone

And my own 

Dirty words

And your ragged 

Breathing in my 

Ear

And the picture

In my head

Of that hand

That I swear I hear

Gripping tight 

Gliding right 

Over 

The hot silk skin

In the most 

Delicious 

Fashion 

Happen 

Happen 

Happen 

Pulses behind my eyes 

At chest

My wrists

I want this 

As much as you 

Want these words 

I want to make you 

Hurt 

For me 

All across the sheets

Across the many miles

That we 

Are from each other 

Tonight 

Right 

There at the edge 

Of your bed

I want you spent 

Off these words 

Of the thirst 

You have 

You wish 

To sate 

I will say 

It all 

If you 

Promise

To call