the flirt is a girl
she teases with her eyes
oceans of boys cry out
sweet sigh bown eyed
true to the spring breeze
pulling them in
into
wide-eyed and blind
over aroused, amazed patron of pain
under sexed, you're next
lack of car knowledge
candid trances
they follow, panting like caged summer dogs
this spring creation of a teenage mind
young lust
her hair pulled back, almost black
smiling
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