Phone Sex

I love when you call, 
And wake me from sleep,
Your dark, handsome voice,
So sexy and deep.

Will he be angry today?
Or will he be sweet?
It doesn’t matter either way,
His calls make me complete.

When you’re happy,
It’s great,
And you call me,
“soul mate”.

And when you are mad, 
It’s still great,
Cause when you are yelling,
I usually masterbate.

Then later you call,
And I get under the sheets,
My pussy starts throbbing,
My heart pounds and it beats.

You tell me to grab my dildo, 
Your dick is half-mast,
You tell me to go deeper,
You tell me to go fast.

I fuck my pussy,
I scream and cum through the phone,
I ask, “Baby are you there?”
But there’s just a dial tone…