she look downhill with longing
that maybe i show up by door
i'm hiding in cover of darkness
she probably knows i'm coming
much of it she knows i'm watching
that's why she's facing towards me
throbbing unveiled my presence
to inquiring eyes of an owl, hooting
i wonder how many more eyes there
hidden at the tree line; hungry as me
i could have been sweating; thanks
cold night keeps me on the edge
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