I watched her day in and out in the elevator
We just kept seeing each other
All we did was looks but never i had the guts to talk
Many men did speak. She was a beauty she was a rare.
Came a night when no one was there.
Ended my long day.
Upon reaching the lift I saw her lone
The city was festive and the workmen were drunk asleep
We saw each other.
Tension and nervousness were at the edge
We looked at each other.
I saw myself in her eyes.
I took a step she took a couple
I came close, she held me and kissed
We kissed like lovers who haven't met in years
Words unspoken but expressed in a language which has no words
My manhood arouse, she became my paper and i became the pen
We removed each barrier, and made way for my pen to write poems on her.
Each move was poetic, now i know why pen is mightier than sword.
For sword is meant to kill, where this pen is meant to live
I drew my emotions made her paper wet
And she held my pen and gave me all she care
Naked we were, forgetting how who we were
We didn care for we were lost in ecstasy
I moved in her as she paved way for me
I made all the writings and she made all the phonetics
We didn't know who were, but we knew what we want!
