He's out the door each morning
a little peck upon her cheek
she remembers other times
kisses that made her knees, go weak
He's at the office early
his secretary smiles and winks
but he's elsewhere in other times
so love drunk, he can't think
The kids are off to school
as she's laundry bound
so much she wants, in fantasy
and yet, he's not around
He spends his days in meetings
wishing for a holiday
where there's nothing but, he and her
a simple getaway
Years go past
and yet this record plays
on and on down corridors
sending them their different
ways
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
He's out the door each morning
a little peck upon her cheek
she remembers other times
kisses that made her knees, go weak
He's at the office early
his secretary smiles and winks
but he's elsewhere in other times
so love drunk, he can't think
The kids are off to school
as she's laundry bound
so much she wants, in fantasy
and yet, he's not around
He spends his days in meetings
wishing for a holiday
where there's nothing but, he and her
a simple getaway
Years go past
and yet this record plays
on and on down corridors
sending them their different
ways
A kind word, a romantic act, a soft touch on wanton skin
never to late, or early yet, too once more
begin, too love
again
;D
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