When I see you

When I see you again I don’t know what will happen.

Will we be able to get to where we are going?

Will we pull over, kiss and unbuckle your pants?  I’d lean your seat back and reach down and do what I do best.

Will I just take you to a cheap hotel and make sounds that scare the neighbors and summon the police?

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