The Flash
 
She sits there so unassuming
Pure innocent but all so steaming
Knights on horses in her dreams
Sensual glistening from her creams
 
Her skin so glimmers in the sun
Catch voyeurs’ longing on the run
Not so innocent but looks so pure
Fire burning from hearts astir
 
Skirt that rises above her knees
Up to paradise from her tease
But while her eyes fixed on her book
Her thighs spread out to flash a look
 
Maybe she’s young and just naïve
Hidden paradise what I so believe
I can’t tell from the look on her face
Did she know she made my heart race?

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Yes, will make my heart race too.

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