Simple Complications
me and mrs jones
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Friday, July 17, 2009 
So come to bed It's getting late
There's no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race.

12:43 PM

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