I adore each and every one of the gentlemen who call me. They have a plethora of beautiful, erotic, sexy women here on the site that they could spend time with, but they choose me. That makes me feel so wonderful. Now not all of my callers have the funds to spend on calls all the time, and I understand that. One person always tells me, “I wish I could tip you.” I tell him over and over, it is not necessary. I can hear it in his voice that he is a little bit embarrassed that he cannot do so, and would really like to give me something. This morning, I opened my email and found one of the most wonderful gifts I have ever had the honor of receiving. He either wrote, or found this poem and decided to send it to me. I was honestly touched, and wrote him back as soon as I finished reading the last line to tell him how much I enjoyed it, and to thank him for such a wonderful gift. When something is given from the heart, no matter what it is, it means more then a few bucks. Thank you sweetie, you made my day.
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire
Annette
