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You didn't tell me we'd be listening to music when I picked up the phone. Your dulcet tones danced through my velvet head and perched upon the crescent moon that was my lips. You could see my body drifting away, so you took my hand and saw that I moved in time with you, sailing upon the song that jumped over a telephone line. In awe, my tongue was pinched, my ears became a playing field for all the ***** you had to bat. Birds began to sing in the early hours as we put away the chitter chatter But it didn't stop my phone from glowing me from glowing, you from lighting up.
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Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
Phone Calls
You didn't tell me we'd be listening to music when I picked up the phone. Your dulcet tones danced through my velvet head and perched upon the crescent moon that was my lips. You could see my body drifting away, so you took my hand and saw that I moved in time with you, sailing upon the song that jumped over a telephone line. In awe, my tongue was pinched, my ears became a playing field for all the ***** you had to bat. Birds began to sing in the early hours as we put away the chitter chatter But it didn't stop my phone from glowing me from glowing, you from lighting up.
A phone call with a lover leaves the sweetest tastes on your tongue.
#love#phone#calls
RupertPip
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RupertPip
27/United Kingdom
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
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