Booty Call

by snippetsandwords

Booty Call

When I’m certain that Tus is fast asleep, I tiptoe out in absolute darkness for some midnight romance. I visit this part of nation like an obsessed lover hoping to get some booty call.
The Nation: URINATION
My Lover: the TOILET
We’re more than just an acquaintance.
We’re no longer two trains passing in the night.
He is now an extension of my bum.
He soothes me bursting yohoo and I just can’t get enough.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, time for another booty call.
Or should I say, nature calls.

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