I'm sitting home all alone on a Saturday night thinking of him. I wish he was here now making love to me, but I know he can't come home for another couple of days because his family needs him now.
Giving in I reach for the phone. I just need to hear his voice even though I know it won't be enough.
He answers on the second ring and the sound of his voice is enough to send a thrill through my body. As I remain quiet he asks, "Is someone there?"
"I miss you."
"Marie?"
"Yes," I said in a husky voice as I twirled the phone cord around my index finger. "I just had to hear your voice."
"I miss you, too and have been thinking of you."
"You have?"
"Yes, and what I'll do to you when I see you again."
"Tell me."
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