18 September 2012
Snatch a look,
he didn't see.
Point to me.
He's so sexy.
Catch his eyes
glancing my way.
He's going to play.
The love game, I'll say.
Wait your turn,
Then make your run,
Check out his bum,
His hair too, oh yum.
He whips around,
And sees my look,
My breath, it took,
Something outta a book.
We hold our gaze,
For just a bit more,
Some paper he tore,
His number - yes, score!
The Love Game • Opuss № I