![]() | Valentine: Phone Sex Poem |
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To His Coy Phone-Mistress on Valentine’s Day
By Pervert Q. Savant
‘Twas Feb Fourteenth –
A day of days!
I dialed you up,
My heart ablaze.
Seeking sexual succor
With a well-turned phrase
And erotic talk,
Without clichés.
You led me into
A tangled maze
Of forbidden couplings
In perfumed chalets;
Carnal samplings
from mixed buffets;
Symphonies of lust!
Psychosexual Monets!
Our call’s now over,
I’m in a daze.
I linger limply
Upon my chaise.
My credit card’s
In a depleted phase.
But your call!
Ah! It was a polonaise!
I’ve penned these words
To give you praise.
Five-stars are silly.
You deserve bouquets!
Angela, the nymph
Of the phone-ways.
You’ve turned my loins
To mayonnaise!
(isn’t he a doll? thanks, PQS)







February 14th, 2008 at 6:24 am
So lucky to get perverted poems! Happy Valentine’s Day, babydoll
February 14th, 2008 at 1:50 pm
I’m jealous.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
And we all know
Whom he obeys!
Happy Valentine’s day to you, Angela, and awe, again, to PQS.
February 14th, 2008 at 7:06 pm
Mr. PQS,
You are very talented. This is quite a nice piece of work, as is our Angela.
Thanks.
February 14th, 2008 at 11:48 pm
Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Angela.
February 15th, 2008 at 12:32 pm
belated, but sincere: happy v. day
February 16th, 2008 at 1:26 am
That Pervert Q. Savant is just a show off. He wants to make the rest of us look bad. Just you wait until St. Patick’s Day. I’ll come up with something.
February 16th, 2008 at 8:05 am
Ha! I’m Irish. I’ll be ready for you come St. Paddy’s!