you’re seated in front of me
early morning on subway
i pretend to read my book
too consumed to even look
i can’t look at your face
but glimpse at your knees
i’m sure you notice my eyes
your movement never lies
you dropp your key chain
i bend down to pick it up
but train hits a good bump
my face ended on your lap
you scream, i must have
i felt sorry i must’ve blush
i put yours on your hand
so soft i hold it for a while
i saw your romantic eyes
my hand found your thighs
then you smile, i’m not aware
where did it really lies
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