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Dirty Talk

I spent most of the day in bed.


Oh no.

Not because I couldn't get up.


I was just savoring the taste of our verbal exchange.


I'd get so worked up when I would think about it though,

I couldn't do anything else except for what I was doing last night with you.


You're so GOOD- you're like a movie without the credits to end it.


Anyone else, I would have laughed and then hung up the phone.


Sumptin special bout u.

Sumptin real nice.

Sumptin I like.


I can't wait to kiss your face.

The rest of you too.


If only the world could understand the romantic nuances

of such filthy fucking language,

I'd have highly marketable skills.

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