Don't look at me with those sweet brown eyes, filled with sadness and expect me not to want you just a little. A taste so small is all I'd ever dare take. I can imagine just how delicious that small bite would be, but I'd never keep you. You're not yet done baking.
So don't speak to me with such wisdom, about things so close to my heart and expect me not to blush.
With how sweet and caring you are, how can I avoid this little crush?
I don't think you really mind. So thank you for this pleasant yearning, it is so sweet and manageable. I'm so grateful for this painlessly warm connection that I hope will not change or break...
but know those brown eyes make me want to cross lines; I hope you will avert them, never letting me make such a tempting mistake.
JYM
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