Consensual Text

Bobby Tillman in a text he sent to his dear lover,
wrote, “You’re the one for me, my love, there’ll never be another.
Why don’t you stay with me tonight, together we’ll be one.
We’ll stay up all the night and see the rising of the sun.

“I’ll cook you eggs for breakfast and I’ll bring it to our bed.
A glass of milk, a cup of tea, or orange juice instead.
And as the morning rays shoot through the curtains on the wall,
I’ll kiss your slender neck and whisper ‘You’re my one and all.’”

Then Bobby Tillman waited for his lover’s sweet reply,
and when it came he read it fast, then fell back with a sigh.
It said, “Although your invitation makes me stop and ponder,
I think you’ve erred in one small way. 

I’m sorry. Wrong number.”