When a woman calls MY name.... it was earned and inspired by the the REAL thunder of my sweet caresses and the lightning striking between her INHALE and her EXHALE as the massaging of her "MENTAL CERVIX " is begun ....SLOW and DELIBERATE... this in itself is truth spawned from DEEP DEVINE DEBATED beginnings within the full nature of her conceptual yearnings...she needs to be TRUE to herself FIRST... and when she is REAL...... relevant revelations from calling my name only CONFIRMS, QUALIFIES and CONNECTS sweet watermelon wishes that become inwardly serious and tantalizingly delicious, YES she WILL call my name .... rendered IRRELEVANT .... I don't think you have ever "called" my name...but the connection was hungry and the NEED would not be denied.... it WAS fed and awakened knowing no rest and left wandering and wanting MORE... Slurred energy was transformed and tenderized, taunt and tight.... slowly pulsating as time and distance becomes driven wishful wisps of needful nothings, as the meaning of thoughts that are whip creme tripped and chocolate dipped fantasticly take over, sending you back to a place you can NEVER leave..... TIMELESS. My poetic head is bowed, plowed, and seeded.........muscles aching with lucid loose emotions cascading as life giving filtrated exellence that never gets tired....INJECTED, INGESTED, INSPIRED. Mohogany moist and sweet. SAY IT NOW. SAY IT SLOW. SAY IT OUT LOUD. SAY IT WITHOUT WORDS. JUST SAY IT. Did I do that?