She sits a cubicle away
untouchable
he dreams of her all day
wishing he could find some excuse
some trivial question he could put to use
as an icebreaker
he wonders if she knows
how heavenly she glows
his life saver
and if she hears his heart pound
each time she comes around
his work area
how to speak his mind without scaring her....
She sits in her cubicle
imprisoned
longing to be with him
burning a hole through the partition
that keeps him at bay
nervously revising her mission
of finding the right thing to say
cant speak of the butterflies he sends to her gut
gotta be careful to not seem a slut
but will he respond to a flirt?
how to put herself out there without getting hurt....
they meet at the coffee break
determined....
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