Talk To Me, In Person

Don’t call.
I’m terrible
on the phone.
My voice
cracks before
a smile
sets in.

Texts between
us never
meant more
to you
than they
ever did
to me.

I want
to see
you cry
in front
of me.

Stain my
satin pillowcase
lipstick red,
then give
me head
in bed.

(If you like the poem, please like the poem. Either way, have a great day.)

Twitter – @AC0040

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