“Stella’s On The Phone” by L. K. Thayer

 

 

 

Stella’s on the phone
She called the other day
She loves to hear you moan
She knows just what to say

Stella’s on the phone
She’s calling you collect
You can’t wait to get her home
She’s keeping you erect

Stella’s on the phone
And for all the tea in china
She’ll have you in her zone
Take you in her wet vagina

Stella’s on the phone
And she’s got a lot to say
She won’t leave you alone
You are her perfect prey

Stella’s on the phone
And her conversation’s deep
She puts butter on your scone
Til you lay down and weep

Stella’s on the phone
You wish you’d lose her number
But you can’t leave her alone
Cuz she is your favorite tumbler

Stella’s on the phone
As she throws a curve ball
Stella makes you groan
As you give her your all

Stella’s on the phone
And she’s lying in wait
She always sets the tone
She’s the main course on your plate

Stella’s on the phone
Her line is always busy
You catch what she has thrown
She always makes you dizzy

Stella’s on the phone
She has you on the brink
She buries your hard bone
In her tight and mighty pink

Stella’s on the phone
You’re in her wishing well
All the oats that you have sewn
How she makes your cock swell

Stella’s on the phone
You cannot give her up
Your love has only grown
You love drinking from her cup

Stella’s on the phone
Be careful you don’t fall
As you stumble to get prone
Hope you never hear ‘last call.’

L. K. Thayer

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