q. a love poem to my sensual barok

“Pusi Jooce” – hahaha, a very nice term. It made me smile. I don’t know why my fingers clicked those words when I sent her my text. It sounds almost neutral and friendly, drinkable even (pun intended). But I didn’t want to be too crass and yet I wanted to be primal, I wanted to seduce her and saying those words I thought would do that. I wanted my words to first make lust to her, then my voice will make love to her after.

The ringing cellphone interrupted the outline I was composing in my mind. I had my two cellphones in my hands, looked at the one on my right, the cell I was going to use to call her. Whew! It wasn’t ringing. That meant I had a bit more time to compose my outline. I looked at the cellphone on my left hand, it was the one ringing. Looked at who was calling me, it was the Bangkok office calling the Bangkok SIM card. Fuck! Why the fuck is the office calling me when I’m about to have my first SOP?

Blood rushed through my body, not the type of blood that made me hard but the type that got me pissed now. (Haha, same body organ, different body fluid! Touche!) A rush of possible excuses flashed through my mind and wondered what I can use in case the Bangkok office wanted me to go there already. But this was a tough one, I had nothing else to do in that country except be with the Bangkok office. I certainly couldn’t say there’s heavy traffic, the mall I was in was right beside the office. I could walk over in less than 10 minutes. Four rings now, I needed to answer. Then I remembered I needed to slow down, if I didn’t, they probably won’t understand me. I clicked accept.

I answered in the calmest tone that I can muster. Cheerful, even. I wanted to sound calm and nice when I tell them “No way will I fucking go to the office now. Not when I’m about to have the most important SOP I’ll ever have. You can all go fuck yourself and wait for me while I make my lady orgasm!”

The person in the other line was the secretary to the president of the Bangkok office and in mid sentence, the cellphone in my right hand rang. I looked at it, it was her. She called my cell. Distracted for a split second, I wasn’t sure what the secretary was telling me. I took in air, getting ready to deliver the “No way will I fucking….” speech, when she said “You still have two hours of free time, the big boss is still in a meeting. Enjoy shopping.”

Big smile on my face. Quickly said thank you and goodbye. Answered the other cellphone. “Hello, honey…..”

Then two things occurred to me – first, I hadn’t finished the outline of what I was going to tell her. And then, I thought, charges on her cellphone will be local but charges on my sell will be international. And then I thought, what the hell! I don’t care about the charges, I want to pleasure my lady.