To the Boy Who Calls Me On Friday At 2 AM When His Girlfriend Hangs Up On Him

i will rather accept a sexual invitation from myself apologetically.
 
To the boy who sees me as a perfect booty call girl
whose services are much faster and accurate than 911
 
to the boy who doesn’t even know my first name
and so, have my named saved as lavender and orchid
baby and sweethearts because these are common
denominators to balance any kind of equation on any
given horny night
 
To that boy
whose mouth is a perfect symphony to the flawlessly scripted
words of “I miss you” on the other side of the line
which sends my mind into the fake girlfriend’s mode I
pretend I do not know about, or simply let me just
say I give a very liberal look at
Because my body is expected to believe him
how stunningly he is good at carving lies
how consistent he knows which spot to hit
So even when my eyes are so heavy
I am just begging her to keep wake with me
because tomorrow I will bury my hopes
 
To that boy
who knows I am very generous with my love
and it doesn’t come with a price
because the first hello didn’t come with a pay check
and my heart is made of litmus paper
and it knows when to turn red or blue
in response to his acidic and basic conditions
 
/acidic-conditions
baby what are you wearing now?
baby can I come and sleep beside you?
baby what will you have me to do to you if I was around you?
 
/basic-conditions
baby call me back I think my credit is exhausted
 
So, this is to the boy who calls me on Friday night
at 2AM
To tell me that he just called to check up on me
That I was the only thing on his mind
That he wanted to call me in the day, but he couldn’t reach me
And that he wanted to find out if my day was okay
That he wanted to find out if I had eaten
That he wanted to find out if I was sleeping like a baby
That he wanted to find if I was feeling cold
oh yeah because he is a mechanical heat making machine capable of
evolving warmth to the interior of an occupied space of a woman’s body
That he wanted to find out if I was lying in bed whilst talking
That he wanted to find out if my internet was stable
And that he wanted to find out if we could have a video call
And that if i could put on the light
And that if  I could just tell him the color of my nigh gown
And he wanted to find out if it was made of cotton or a see-through
And that if I could just slowly remove the thin strap
And that if I could gently lower the phone down my thighs
And that if I could…
 
To the boy who calls me on Friday at 2AM when his girlfriend hangs up on him
i
will
rather
accept
a
sexual
invitation
from
myself
unapologetically
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6 Comments

  1. This boy reminds me of all the shs boys who used to call my friends and I back in school. Amazing as always. No woman deserves to be treated like that

  2. i
    will
    rather
    accept
    a
    sexual
    invitation
    from
    myself
    unapologetically… Why do I find me brooding over this last paragraph? Trust me, Wanna call you this Friday @2AM. Lol. Wonderful as always Jo!

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