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“Late Night Call”
He had never
really loved
her
at best
he just thought
she was semi
good looking
she was just
a play thing
to him
a late night
call
when his carnal
urges
needed to be
satisfied
and like Domino's
pizza
she was there
in 30-minutes
or less
pipping Hot
and ready to
go,
he callously
pushed aside
her feelings
for him
telling her the
words
she so wanted
to hear
him say
to her
on the phone
it never took
too much
coaching
no matter
how late
it was
to get her
to say yes
to coming by
his place
always showing
up
in the sexiest
outfits
she had hidden
in the back
of her closet,
foreplay
consisted of
him
telling her
how Hot she
looked
for a few
minutes
before steering
her
towards his
bedroom door
he was like
a drug to
her
just hearing the
phone ring
late at night
got her heart
wildly beating
as she scrambles
around the
room
to find her
phone,
she easily buries
the fact
that he never
calls her
just to say
hi
maybe
talk a bit
about the things
going on in
her life
or how she
is doing,
he always opens
the conversation
with some form
of the same
sentence
“so if you’re
not doing anything
right now
would you like
to come over?”
“I can come by
but only for
a little while
if you like”
she says coyly
acting like
she doesn’t know
what
he has in mind
not letting him
know
she was
already changing
out of her
loose fitting
sweats
and into something
tight
and much more
revealing
as soon as
she sees its
him
on the phone,
she doesn’t feel
used at all
she knows what
she’s getting
that sudden rush
of adrenaline
coursing through
her body
as she slips
her feet
into her shoes
knowing
he likes her in
heels
and hoping he’ll
notice this new
pair,
he hangs up
his phone
heads to the
bathroom
to brush his
teeth
and dab on
some fresh
cologne
the least he
could do
for her
late night
efforts
he grabs another
beer
it takes a
few
long swallows
to rinse out
that minty fresh
taste
from his mouth
as he makes
a quick scan
of the place
making sure
theirs nothing
laying around
that he doesn’t
want
to have to
explain
though she
rarely asks
any questions
of him
and before he
can even finish
his beer
she is already
lightly tapping
on the front
door
one last tip
of his beer
before turning
the knob
of the door
stepping aside
as she walks
past him
she’s
trying not to
look
overly anxious
in front of
him
a bored expression
on her face
but an electric
current
underneath
running through
her whole body,
he gives her
all the customary
compliments
of course
taking notice
of her shoes
making her feel
like only she
can fill his
special need
of the night
she never tires
of hearing how
her body
turns him on
or seeing his
physical reaction
to it
as his eyes
begin touching
her
in ways
his hands
are sure to
follow with,
he leaves the
T.V. on
as he leads
her
to his room
looking over
his shoulder
at a baseball
score
before shutting
his bedroom
door
behind them
silencing
ESPN’s recap
of the day’s
box scores,
she looks
intently
into his eyes
as she starts
removing her
clothes
trying to find
some trace of
love
hidden deep
in their blue
but it isn’t
there
to be found
she settles
for the obvious
hunger
their showing
her instead,
being wanted
for any reason
is still
several steps
above
being alone
she thinks
as he casually
hugs her
before dragging
both their bodies
down to the
bed
she’s not caring
now
why she decided
to be here
was it love
lust
or just a stupid
game
she knows
she never wins,
as he rolls her
on to her
back
he never really
cared
about the reasons
why
she showed up
tonight
and every other
night
to begin with
just happy with
the fact
that she’s here
now
beneath him
as she’s pretending
he loves her
and he is
thinking of
someone else,
somewhere
in the back
of her mind
she thinks these
habitual
late night
stands
will add up
to something
more significant
tip the balance
of love
in her favor
making him
want
to have her
around
for reasons
other than
just the one,
he’s blind to
her motives
not wanting to
see
anything
that might
complicate
this arrangement
he has with
her,
she can sense
their time
together
on this particular
night
will shortly be
coming to an
end
as she’s
looking down
now
at him
still pretending
while he’s
staring vacantly
through her
still imagining
till they both
get to the
point
they were
hoping for,
she lays there
for a couple
of minutes
preparing for
that awkwardness
of the goodbyes
an uneasy embrace
that seems more
like a handshake
just with less
feelings
attached to it,
she’s unable to
play make-believe
through this last
part
of the night
the rush is
gone now
leaving a big
empty space
in her heart
that quickly
starts
filling up
with all those
little personal
battles
between her
and her
self-respect
questions
she tries so
hard
to avoid
but can’t
now that she’s
alone in her
car
she turns up
her car stereo
hoping to hide
from them
behind a wall
of sound
which does the
job as she
intended
it works as a
buffer
between her
and the close
proximity
of those truth
seeking thoughts,
she changes out
of her restrictive
clothes
and back into
her sweats
stepping out of
one world
and into another
before sitting
down
on top of her
bed
maybe
she should try
saying no
to him
just once
she says to
herself
again
for the hundredth
time
but she knows
in her heart
if she hears
that phone ring
late tomorrow
night
she’ll probably
stop at nothing
to get herself
to him
as quickly
as she can
before he changes
his mind
or finds somebody
else
to take her
spot,
it’s still warm
outside
at this late
hour
a light summer
breeze
blowing in from
her window
she lies back
on top of
her sheets
clicks off her
lamp
and tries to
relive
those feelings of
passion
and that physical
closeness
the shared
and most
importantly
of being desired
by him
needed
by him
even if only
for an hour
at a time
and as she
wanders through
these still wet
memories
waiting for sleep
to take hold
of her
she makes a
mental note
to pick out
a sexy outfit
with heels
first thing
in the morning
and have it
ready
just in case
he calls her
again…
Tom Allen…05-02-2018…
He had never
really loved
her
at best
he just thought
she was semi
good looking
she was just
a play thing
to him
a late night
call
when his carnal
urges
needed to be
satisfied
and like Domino's
pizza
she was there
in 30-minutes
or less
pipping Hot
and ready to
go,
he callously
pushed aside
her feelings
for him
telling her the
words
she so wanted
to hear
him say
to her
on the phone
it never took
too much
coaching
no matter
how late
it was
to get her
to say yes
to coming by
his place
always showing
up
in the sexiest
outfits
she had hidden
in the back
of her closet,
foreplay
consisted of
him
telling her
how Hot she
looked
for a few
minutes
before steering
her
towards his
bedroom door
he was like
a drug to
her
just hearing the
phone ring
late at night
got her heart
wildly beating
as she scrambles
around the
room
to find her
phone,
she easily buries
the fact
that he never
calls her
just to say
hi
maybe
talk a bit
about the things
going on in
her life
or how she
is doing,
he always opens
the conversation
with some form
of the same
sentence
“so if you’re
not doing anything
right now
would you like
to come over?”
“I can come by
but only for
a little while
if you like”
she says coyly
acting like
she doesn’t know
what
he has in mind
not letting him
know
she was
already changing
out of her
loose fitting
sweats
and into something
tight
and much more
revealing
as soon as
she sees its
him
on the phone,
she doesn’t feel
used at all
she knows what
she’s getting
that sudden rush
of adrenaline
coursing through
her body
as she slips
her feet
into her shoes
knowing
he likes her in
heels
and hoping he’ll
notice this new
pair,
he hangs up
his phone
heads to the
bathroom
to brush his
teeth
and dab on
some fresh
cologne
the least he
could do
for her
late night
efforts
he grabs another
beer
it takes a
few
long swallows
to rinse out
that minty fresh
taste
from his mouth
as he makes
a quick scan
of the place
making sure
theirs nothing
laying around
that he doesn’t
want
to have to
explain
though she
rarely asks
any questions
of him
and before he
can even finish
his beer
she is already
lightly tapping
on the front
door
one last tip
of his beer
before turning
the knob
of the door
stepping aside
as she walks
past him
she’s
trying not to
look
overly anxious
in front of
him
a bored expression
on her face
but an electric
current
underneath
running through
her whole body,
he gives her
all the customary
compliments
of course
taking notice
of her shoes
making her feel
like only she
can fill his
special need
of the night
she never tires
of hearing how
her body
turns him on
or seeing his
physical reaction
to it
as his eyes
begin touching
her
in ways
his hands
are sure to
follow with,
he leaves the
T.V. on
as he leads
her
to his room
looking over
his shoulder
at a baseball
score
before shutting
his bedroom
door
behind them
silencing
ESPN’s recap
of the day’s
box scores,
she looks
intently
into his eyes
as she starts
removing her
clothes
trying to find
some trace of
love
hidden deep
in their blue
but it isn’t
there
to be found
she settles
for the obvious
hunger
their showing
her instead,
being wanted
for any reason
is still
several steps
above
being alone
she thinks
as he casually
hugs her
before dragging
both their bodies
down to the
bed
she’s not caring
now
why she decided
to be here
was it love
lust
or just a stupid
game
she knows
she never wins,
as he rolls her
on to her
back
he never really
cared
about the reasons
why
she showed up
tonight
and every other
night
to begin with
just happy with
the fact
that she’s here
now
beneath him
as she’s pretending
he loves her
and he is
thinking of
someone else,
somewhere
in the back
of her mind
she thinks these
habitual
late night
stands
will add up
to something
more significant
tip the balance
of love
in her favor
making him
want
to have her
around
for reasons
other than
just the one,
he’s blind to
her motives
not wanting to
see
anything
that might
complicate
this arrangement
he has with
her,
she can sense
their time
together
on this particular
night
will shortly be
coming to an
end
as she’s
looking down
now
at him
still pretending
while he’s
staring vacantly
through her
still imagining
till they both
get to the
point
they were
hoping for,
she lays there
for a couple
of minutes
preparing for
that awkwardness
of the goodbyes
an uneasy embrace
that seems more
like a handshake
just with less
feelings
attached to it,
she’s unable to
play make-believe
through this last
part
of the night
the rush is
gone now
leaving a big
empty space
in her heart
that quickly
starts
filling up
with all those
little personal
battles
between her
and her
self-respect
questions
she tries so
hard
to avoid
but can’t
now that she’s
alone in her
car
she turns up
her car stereo
hoping to hide
from them
behind a wall
of sound
which does the
job as she
intended
it works as a
buffer
between her
and the close
proximity
of those truth
seeking thoughts,
she changes out
of her restrictive
clothes
and back into
her sweats
stepping out of
one world
and into another
before sitting
down
on top of her
bed
maybe
she should try
saying no
to him
just once
she says to
herself
again
for the hundredth
time
but she knows
in her heart
if she hears
that phone ring
late tomorrow
night
she’ll probably
stop at nothing
to get herself
to him
as quickly
as she can
before he changes
his mind
or finds somebody
else
to take her
spot,
it’s still warm
outside
at this late
hour
a light summer
breeze
blowing in from
her window
she lies back
on top of
her sheets
clicks off her
lamp
and tries to
relive
those feelings of
passion
and that physical
closeness
the shared
and most
importantly
of being desired
by him
needed
by him
even if only
for an hour
at a time
and as she
wanders through
these still wet
memories
waiting for sleep
to take hold
of her
she makes a
mental note
to pick out
a sexy outfit
with heels
first thing
in the morning
and have it
ready
just in case
he calls her
again…
Tom Allen…05-02-2018…