But since you said so … here is more of that one as I working it out … songs and poetry often overlap …

Our eyes meet

As I walk past

at breakfast

Your eyes close

Others send daggers my way

The drippings fall on your face.

A genuine smile

First one ever seen

Many remarked

You imagining my tastes

Me unaware

desires of mind

Sorry for playing aloof

At 20, I was afraid of your intelligence

To be honest - All of what lay beneath

you meant

That night you described

The visions you had

From breakfast

As I walked by we made eye contact

As you closed your eyes

I felt all eyes on me

I felt the drippings fall on your face.

Your genuine smile

It was the first time to most

You were imagining my tastes

I never told you of mine

That I saw in your mind

eating the sweet peach

At breakfast