Call me…

I dial the number.

Your voice rumbles in my ear.

The same conversation we text every day.

I’ve missed your voice. Almost as much as your touch.

My hand settles where I need you. The more you talk the faster I rub. I can’t help moaning in your ear.

You know what I’m doing. It’s why you wanted me to call. You want to hear me.

I’ll be louder when you touch me…