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Voicemail

I sat & replayed your messages today

I LOVE to hear YOU say my name
If I could I WOULD make strong love to your voice Hold her close to me Until my heartbeat 
sounds the same 
She is the reason why I came 
And while one rib less, she covers my shame 
Like a vocal masterpiece if painted on satin & hung in a gold & diamond frame 
She'd be that hall of fame photo that represents the best ever in the game

I sat & replayed your messages today
If I could I WOULD date her
And take her
Cry with joy - I'd live to make her
Wine & dine her
She's fine, her being is wrapped in "on-time" her, 
or she Would get the best of me 
and all that I have to offer 
She's an angel that heals my drum beaten ears that are dying for a music that's softer

I sat & replayed your messages today
I imagine that she would smile with me as I held her hand 
Dance the night away, and at dawn, together we'd stand 
Thinking about the night before and how I whispered to her Vicky's secrets til she came out 
of her's
And drowned in her love potion for sex therapy that gives healing like Cancer cures   

I sat & replayed your messages today, 
and If I could, I WOULD show her off like brand new Jordans or a rare Rolex 
Your voice is AMAZING and makes my soul tremble and vex.
Watch me shake with butterflies like I'm dancing to her rhythm 
My ears, soul, heart and mind with her are like a match made in heaven

I sat & replayed your messages today 
because I just can't get enough of you...  
And I always miss you.

I sit and replay messages of YOU.

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