Insidiously

I’m angry that my panties get wet when I hear the low timbre of your voice.

My heart races when I hear you breathing on the phone,

The deep chuckle,

The sigh followed by the dial tone.

I cannot deny,

The feeling of satisfaction I feel,

Whenever I leave that house in Noe Valley depleted and bone dry.

-N

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