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Temptation You’ve seen her once, you’ll see Her soon, a taste of honey, lick The spoon. What would you Give to be the man, who gets to Win her heart, her hand?
It’s eight a.m. the bus is full, She’s at the front, not close Enough, no seat nearby, no Plan in mind, just hope she’ll See you, spare a smile.
Oh, sweet temptation, thoughts Amass, chilling thrills run down Your back, she stands nearby, arms Length away, tongue-tied, can’t Find a word to say.
Fruit for picking, fruit so ripe, Temptation, want and need run Rife, What is it when you love A girl, heart starts pounding,
Mouth won't work?
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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