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…