Mrs Organic Jones

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Fuck me or I’ll faint

she says

underneath this desperate thread
that keeps coming undone
when she finds herself out
of it again and again
and again
why won’t he look at me
hes with no one else
thats plain ta fucking see
Fuck me
or I’ll faint
she says
he’s with that fucken’ tart
what the hell has she got
at least I’ve got heart
oh great he’s leaving her and looken at me ~ I wink and smile and wiggle my fucken big toe
here he comes
Fuck me
or i’ll faint
Hello Mrs Jones
what are you doing here
Its me Pete
I used to live down the road
your son used to go to the same school as me
God luv that must be some years or so ago
Id recognise you anywhere Mrs Jones
leaning up close says ~ you still do ya smoko
and a blow job to go…
Fuck me
or i’ll faint
I thought you’d never ask
Of course love of course and aven’t you grown
come on let me grab me bag
we’re good to go
I don’t need no face lift
or to look seventeen
all I need is me title Mrs Jones
and the rest is all organic and free

1 thought on “Mrs Organic Jones”

  1. No one here can love and understand me
    Oh, what hard-luck stories they all hand me
    Make my bed, light the light, I’ll arrive late tonight
    Blackbird, toot-a-lou

    Here I go, sing a little bye, blackbird
    Where somebody waits for me
    Sugar’s sweet and so is he
    Bye, blackbird

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