Pinstripe suit glasses glistening blonde hair
She walks with confidence through the office I can't help but stare
My eyes wonder across the perfectly formed symmetry
Her eyes her nose her curves her glare
My fantasy watching me as if to say you dare
I'm smart enough to know this is a fatal attraction
But I can't help being lost in satisfaction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem