I look into her face,
She quickness up the pace.
I can almost smell her fear.
Running away- she looks so dear.
All I want is a word or two,
to gaze into her eyes of blue.
She doesn't even know my name,
I bet she thinks I am really lame.
We've never talked,
but I've been watching her like a hawk.
I know everything about her.
Her clothes, her shoes, her smile, her weather.
The guys she dates always do her wrong,
if she gave me a chance we'd get along.
She turns at the corner, at the end of the street.
This is the day I've been looking forward to, the day we'll meet.
I tap her on the shoulder,
I've never felt bolder.
I confess my love,
she looks like a dove.
She tries to run away,
with force I make her stay.
Her eyes widen with shock,
as i pull out my cock.
She howls like a dog,
as we make love in the London fog.
