I pick up the phone, send a text and make a call.. Sitting on the floor with my legs crossed, back against the wall.. Feelin me yall.. The music plays softly, "Seems like you're ready" .. Then I hear a voice saying, "hello", my palms get sweaty..  I ask "how are you", she says shes fine.. She wants to know what I'm doing, I tell her im sipping some wine.. Listening to music, thinking of you..  Have I ever told you,you turn my grey skies blue.. She lets out a giggle, as if she knows.. I ask her what she's doing, she says "painting my toes"... So I close my eyes, so I can picture her now.. Gracing my mind with her beauty, all I can say is wow..  I remember the softness of her skin, as our bodies had touched.. The tenderness of the kisses, damn what the f*ck.. So i say to her, "when your toes dry , come to me".. "Come sip some wine, let me rock you to sleep".. She says she wants to stay the night, she doesn't want to sleep alone.. Tells me she's on her way, and we hang up the phone...