Communication Sonnet #3

We never did a post-mortem, cheri.
Are you never the least bit curious,
Don't you want to know how it was for me,
What I think worked or not? I'm serious -
But then you can always come read my blog,
Yours the advantage, you know what I think,
But I'm pining to know your thoughts, I slog
Through each day - it is my own special kink,
My fetish to hope against hope to speak
To someone who won't for a hundred bucks.
One little word, oh please, let it soon leak
From your sweet lips. Your voice is the true crux.
You know where I am every Friday night,
Come and see me there, and make it all right.