Kid
Still attached the the nice guy
Always falling victim to the beautiful eyes
Never watching for the signs
Thoughts now plagued
Imagination flooded with dreams
Awakened by the electricity of his touch
Gentle and no true meaning
Overtures to me, his voice
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