Telephone
When you mouth,
On the telephone,
Says sweet somethings,
Spouts sibilant secrets,
So close to my ears,
It makes my heart
Turn silly somersaults.
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3 Comments:
Ah...like the alliteration here...but isnt it 'your mouth' in the second line?
see how he affects me? it IS 'your' not 'you'...perdoneme!
Freud would have loved that one, Manisha! :)
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