Flower Bud

Standing there

Behind the tall and bountiful flower bushes

I gaze at you across the way

Eager to learn what makes you tick

With my book and studies in hand

I race to you eagerly

I can 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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