I walked into her
Not on purpose of course
An accident that happened to occur
Still I have no remorse
She moved with such grace
Smell of her skin was exotic
I imagined her wearing lace
It was quite erotic
Wondering was she as sweet as she looked
Quick daydreams of passions met
My whole body shooked
Walking away made me fret
Conversation was never made
I apologized with dignity in strife
Wishing numbers were trade
That is the spice of life
