It's him! She picks up. The deep timbre Of his voice Reaches down the line And thrums through her centre. A vibration so sweet And so deliciously low That she melts to liquid. Can he tell She is all pounding of heart And weak of stance just At the sound of his voice? Does he know what she would do to him? If only he would ask! She wraps herself in the sound of him instead. Then the dreaded moment. He has to go. Goodbye then.... She waits for the beep....beep....beep To help slow her breathing. Oh Boy! Thanks for calling.