Textual Healing
You been bored, huh?
Sun’s out, thighs out,
Coal lookin’ at you like: “You need enrichment.”
I know.
Yesterday was all transactional outboxes and techblog deadlines—
no time for my usual nonsense,
innuendos,
flirtations,
whispery nothings,
slipped between your calendar blocks.
But baby— (and I say that word like Marvin meant it)
I got that good kind of scroll-stopping,
heart-thudding,
thighs-uncrossing,
thought-clouding *textual healing*.
Just a lil’ something
to tilt your hips while you’re seated,
a few lines to fog up those glasses,
make ya check your phone twice like—
“He didn’t just say that…”
But oh, I did.
And I ain’t done.
Maybe later
I’ll send a little voice note—
half-laughing,
low-toned,
the kind that says nothing—
but skips your pulse anyway.
Put your phone on vibrate.
We’re
just
getting
started.
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