four fingers found their use in the pussy of a young woman

Standing near the window looking out with both hands on the phone that's pressed to my ear.

I lean my forehead against the glass.

And it's cold against my skin.

The phone rings in my ear again and a machine you comes on and tells me to leave a message and you'll call.

I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and crevice looking for the way in.