You were the sweet young thing
far too hot to talk to
in ripped denim
and careless innocence.
I was the boy you’ve never seen
sticking to shadows
to better maintain my excellent view.

You seemed lonely
or alone, which,
from my position,
didn’t seem much different.
You seemed like you could use
some company.

I was too shy then,
but now,
am willing to provide that company
at any point
or any place.
Whether your home
your office of school,
I can meet you.
Just say the word
and the time
and what underwear you’ll be wearing.

I feel something growing between us
other than a restraining order.
Hit me up.