Text message
Text message
Good day, sir,
my name, for this text,
is Hallie.
You must
forgive me
for being so forward.
If I were drunk,
on yesterday’s wine,
I might understand my words.
I am drunk, instead,
on your fevered words
as I have never been before.
Your poetry tickles
my inner soul
as if it were a lover’s
lips,
tongue,
fingers.
I take it in
and I cherish
the feel of it inside me.
It fulfills me
in an inspiring
aphrodisiac way.
I thank you
for what you have done,
but I love my husband.
Do not text me back!
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These would make great song lyrics
Little Byrd, take them and sing…
Love this.
Thanks, manny, I thank you for your reaction to these words.
Oh the scandal! 😉
What an excellent reply…
Great the way the last two lines bait the hook.
Thanks, Jim…
As someone who does not text, I found this so entertaining and yet a good reason to follow that tradition. (Although I, too, can get drunk and tickled by poetry!)
Sylvia, keep to your course, and keep letting poetry get you drunk and tickled.
This poem made me laugh from my belly… Thank you.
Thanks for having a belly laugh from reading the poem.
Such a lovely progression of tone from the formality of the beginning to the fevered response of the middle to the imperative order of the end. Leaves me breathless!
Pat, I appreciate you praise for the elements in the poem. You may breathe now…