She admits
inside her mind
hotness of mine
lives time after time
She cannot sleep alone at nights
and calls me at two in the morning.
She knows I am on call tonight
and my patients at this hour must be restful
not asking for oxycontins or morphine.
I get up and go to her running
though her pains are of different kind
I am a doctor I do oblige
and together we heal our pains
in the wee hours of the morning.
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