I quivered with anticipation, the familiar ring

The telephone call that made my heart sing.

His voice soft and low, it made my face glow

With the soft pink hue that excitement can do.

I knew what he wanted, I expected his call

I lay comfortably back on soft cushions and all.

His breathing was audible, slow and rhythmic

Sending thrills through my body no other could mimic.

"Is it in your hand?" I coyly asked him

He affirmed and assured me his readiness urged him

To proceed slowly but with eager abandon

His other hand moving in perfect rhythm.

His excited gasps drew me into the game

He screamed out " Yes!" and his breathing changed

To a frenzied rush. My body arched, my lips parted.

As he whispered softly he's only just started.

His excitement grew and tension mounted

His hand moved faster, the moments counted.

"Yes!" I cried into the 'phone

as he hoarsely whispered, almost a groan….

come on baby just let it go....