Love
She left the restroom door open again
But I walked in
The toothpaste glazed on my toothbrush
As she pulled the lever to flush
My eyes were closed shut, tempting to flee
Not hitting a pole as she guides me
Her enriched body blows me away with every look
Even her eyes can entrance me from my endearing book
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