Our eyes met in a bookstore,
she stared for some seconds
but i wanted more.
she was browsing romantic books,
I was standing still;
Hypnotised by her looks.
She was wearing top and jeans,
I wanted to talk to her by any means.
She looked at me and gave me a smile,
my heart beat so fast as if i have run a mile.
she moved towards the non-fiction section,
I followed her with an erection.
she started reading obama's biography,
I complimented my erection and looked at her geography.
I wanted to talk to her
but didn't have the courage,
I was alone
and there was no friend to encourage.
She looked around hurriedly with a pause at me and went outside,
I followed her as there was no time to decide.
She suddenly sttoped at the gate and turned back,
We accidentaly collided and fell on the romantic novels rack.
I helped her to stand with a sorry,
She replied with a smile and said, 'not to worry'.
I kept staring at her like a freak,
she laughed and pulled my cheek.
we walked out of the store
and i walked out from being alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem