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Dirty talk

Contributed by neglected1 on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 06:45:58 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



He called me up on a late Saturday night
His voice so deep in tone
So calm and collective
I started to tremble inside
I hadn’t had the slightest clue
In whom this enchanted man could be
I was trying to picture what he looked like
But then all my thoughts seemed to change
I thought it was all a joke
As he went on with his dirty ways
I shouted, “Hun is that you?”
He smoothly replied, “Yes, yes it’s me”
I started to laugh
For it was my boy friend
He was moaning over the phone
I asked what he was doing
He replied, “You, baby”
Whoa this was defiantly something new
It hasn’t been done before
He went on saying how his vein was pulsing
Grasping onto whatever was near
Making me get all hot and steamy
A sharp beeping sound
Separated us for a moment
There was another call waiting
So I clicked over and received it
“Hey babe”.. the voice answered
Oh my goodness
This indeed was my boy friend
So who was the imposture on the other line?
To my surprise it was
A smooth operator
I have to say.. the joke was on me
No more late night chatting for me








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Re: Dirty talk (User Rating: 1 )
by sid_the_tampon_fairy on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 07:14:10 PM AEST
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Lol..."smooth operator!" I love it! Great write!
Sid


Re: Dirty talk (User Rating: 1 )
by YouMakeMeThrowUp-A-Little on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 08:38:07 PM AEST
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that was actually pretty hilarious,nice poem i like it




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