Teleportation

I have an amour
Who will call me
Late after the hours of light
And the things that she says
Can arouse me, and
Keep me up half of the night

She whispers in prose
That is scarlet
Describing her form
Without clothes
She is my telephone harlot
Reclining in Fantasy's pose

I'm certain she could
Make quite a living
As a 900 entrepreneur
For her voice is
So soft and enticing
That she fills my mind with allure

She coos of how she'd excite me
With licks and
Kisses in detail
Her words are mine
And for me alone
Special delivery for her male

And when we are nearing
Our climax in time
Our conversation coming to an end
When change has run out
And she runs out of dimes
Simultaneously, we both are spent