I remember the 1st time our eyes met
Like it was yesterday
In this train
The way you were staring at me
At first I felt unconfortable
The second day I noticed your lips
Daydreaming of our first kiss
The third I noticed your hands
Imagined your touch on my breast
The fourth all my thoughts were in the way you opened your legs
Put your elbows on your knees
Your hands on your face
To look at me straight in the eyes
I could die that day
To have what I saw between my thighs
I could not resist
I had to buy a newspaper to protect my face from you
It was only a matter of seconds
Before I turned my head down
And smiled
You want me boy, don’t you?
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