I was thinking more/
that you’d read your phone and out/
would ooze a low moan.

Let go of the arm/
rests and fly safely with me/
in dreams together!

Me too U/
was missing vous,/
but moreso this morning/
as the east started glowing/
and I awoke growing.

He thought sordid flirts/
during her boring meetings/
would not be too wise