Boy On A Platform 3 Poem by Marie Causey
Boy On A Platform 3
Boy on a platform Dripping in sweat
Looked so sexy, I'll never forget
In his hand a diet coke
This is just my kind of bloke
Boy on a platform wipes his head
How I wish he was in my bed
His train pulled in he never knew
he'd turned me on in every ones view
As the train started to move away
I hoped I'd see him here again one day
Boy on a platform was it a dream
he melted more than my ice cream
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