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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

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