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On Call

When the call came, he always answered

He drove with abandon every time
A foot spurring the car faster than it had ever gone
Tires screamed
Bright red lights ignored
To be there
With her
As she wanted

This was all that mattered
Pressed up against her in the foyer

Tumbling through the hallway
She was all he had lost and needed to reclaim
There were no pleasantries until “after”

And leaving?
The pain of “good bye” was only slightly over powered be the joy of her “hello”

He belonged to her and she revelled in this knowledge

So he waited
On call

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Suburban War Lord

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