“Words are my weapons
Words console, comfort and calm me when all else fails me
♥Laughter
Your laughter
Swirled and exploded
Travelling past the receiver
Past my awaiting ears
Past insecurities
And pitiful ghosts reluctant to depart
On a quest to cover the distance
Of our bitter two year separation.
Darling,
Don't you know lovers are supposed to get conjugal calls?
Even men in Kandahar
Hear the lovely voices of their wives so often
So,
My luscious, light-hearted lesbian lover
I am awaiting your call again.
I wonder where you laughter will take me this night?
Twisted Elegance
xoxo
MzMagan
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