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Jun 2014
I see you looking....
I hope you are thinking along the same lines-tracing your thigh-highs up past your upper thigh. Curious, am I.

I see you smiling....
You just have noticed me noticing you; taking note. Of you getting the message across. Made my mind imagine, our legs crisscrossed, intertwined with mine; the thought so divine.

I see you blushing....
Now you look away. A curious smile; flirty gaze. Strangers play,
In such a particular way. Watch me notice you, wait....now, look away.
Hours past, things continue to this way.

You stand up, and walk towards me....
Then finally you get off, and the train pushes away. Not a word past, but have a good idea what you wound say- I swear next time on our way home I will know what to say.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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