Twenty something
Sweet young thing
You smile at me each
day
“Hello” or “Hi” you
might say
The carriage rattles
along
Rushing us towards the
throng
The train wheels sing
a song
And I picture you in a
thong
You look up from you
book
And give me a
quizzical look
Can you read my
thoughts?
I’d better think about
sports
No, no that doesn’t
help at all
Now you’re playing
beach volley ball
Twenty something
Sweet young thing
Looking at me quizzically
This is the affect you
have on me
Better not read my
mind?
You don’t know what
you’ll find
In my head I often
caress
The soft curves of
your tender flesh
As I divest you of
your attire
And satisfy my every
carnal desire
A smile replaces your
quizzical look
Before your eyes
return to your book
I must not have these
thoughts again
When we are together
on the train
Twenty something
Sweet young thing
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