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@ whit
2025-02-23 14:38:20
But since you said so … here is more of that one as I working it out … songs and poetry often overlap …
Our eyes meet
As I walk past
at breakfast
Your eyes close
Others send daggers my way
The drippings fall on your face.
A genuine smile
First one ever seen
Many remarked
You imagining my tastes
Me unaware
desires of mind
Sorry for playing aloof
At 20, I was afraid of your intelligence
To be honest - All of what lay beneath
you meant
That night you described
The visions you had
From breakfast
As I walked by we made eye contact
As you closed your eyes
I felt all eyes on me
I felt the drippings fall on your face.
Your genuine smile
It was the first time to most
You were imagining my tastes
I never told you of mine
That I saw in your mind
eating the sweet peach
At breakfast