midnight session
legs wrapped in yours
nobody’s business
nobody has to know
midnight session
all we’ll ever be
no need to hold hands
no one needs to see
not a story in my book
not a tale to be told
won’t tell my kids about you
no thoughts of you gray and old
midnight session
that will never change
it’s all you’ll ever be
you don’t even have a name
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Gail Fredricks
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I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
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