Your eager
Glance
Unveiling shy restraints
Tells me that now,
Right at this summer
Moment,
My smile
Could make you feel
My burning-hot hand
Running over your
Young
And suntanned
Thigh,
And we would both forget
About our bus
To somewhere
Before it closes
Its doors -
To work
Today.
None of us wishes for this moment
But it would make our
Eyes finally
Meet
And I know
Tomorrow shyness will be gone.
And I'll be able to smile to you
Again, at another summer moment
And my burning-hot hand
Will really run over your
Young
And suntanned
Thigh
More than once indeed.
