The phone rang
His eyes went dark
He had known for a while
In exchange for money
She gives pleasure
But he must wonder
Is her love for him true?
Does she see more in them?
So close but far
Her skin is smooth
Her hair is straight
So done up
She give fantasy
All of their dreams
In an hour
There she is
An unlikely call girl
Topic: Call girl
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Ivy: A Collection Of Bad Poems
PoesíaPoems I've written throughout the years. Some connect but most don't.
