Grumpy Phone Call
Grumpy phone call
So I grumpily answered the phone and the Matron type she said
“you could be a bit nicer to me”,
so I said “how much nicer would you like me to be”?
She said “oh that's better “
So I said “ to slip between your creamy thighs, to nuzzle at your breast, to feel your contented sighs, as your arms do me caress, the best of all the natural highs, with you I'm surely blest!
She hung up the phone...UNIMPRESSED.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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