Untitled, but she knows. :D

We sip warm soup from our chipped cups
in our blissful purgatory
We're bundled in afghans and blankets
No one paid the air conditioning
and the ice water has all but boiled
But, at least we have something to hold our soup

Behind curtains, we steal kisses
at the company Christmas party
If HR knew, we'd be fired and out
of a job
But, at least we have money to spend on each other

We walk, arm in arm, down secondary roads
Our love is our own affair with each other
If either one of us found out how the other felt,
we'd be ruined
But, at least there's passion, no?

Times are many when I remember her
hair and how it smells after she's walked around
all day
She is to be photographed at noon and her make-up
is crooked
But, at least I get to see her face

And if I could steal one kiss in front of the company
Walk down one highway, carrying her over my shoulder
And keep her cool on the hottest of hot days,
I'd give everything I own
But, at least I have my belongings for the moment
































so, there's that. I'm gonna try and update this shit more often. Peace out, girl scouts.