Standing there
Behind the tall and bountiful flower bushes
I gaze at you across the way
Eager to learn what makes you tick
I race to you eagerly
I see every inch of your face
Skin soft, beard stubble
Eyes brown, seductive
Our gaze meets
And it is over
My thoughts will never be my own, again
Like the thorns on the bush
You take me over one bud at a time
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