Call Me (Part 1)

Call me when you’re lonely.
Call me when you’re not; call me when you need someone to talk to.
I’ll listen to every word; I’ll never say that’s absurd.
I won’t judge, ridicule or criticise.
Tell me anything.
I’m a vault.
But you can call me sir, master, or whatever you want.
I’d love to hear your soft voice moan into my ear.
Or just anything I want to hear.
We could speak about the lovely weather we’ve been having ... It’s ice cold outside, but we’re both on fire on the inside.
Craving, wanting, biting, scratching, just being primal in its purest form.
But anyway just call me; I’m only a phone call away.
With you, I’ll always stay.

You Called Again (Part 2)

You called again, I had a feeling you would.
So tell me what you’re doing like you should.
What’s that? That sounds delicious and so fucking wet.
And yet I’m sure I’d do a much better job.
Why you ask? Because I’d make you beg, until you were a shaking desperate mess.
And when I finally let you come, it’ll feel euphoric beyond compare, as you dig your nails into my hair.
So hard it draws blood, but I don’t care not a bit.
Now be good for me and slow down. We’re not done yet.
Your moans sound so sweet, but remember this is a two-way street situation.
For us both to have the sensations of pleasure. To purely get lost in at our carnal leisure.
Just don’t stop.