I wasn’t ready
Wasn’t ready for you to come along
Sat in a chair, my life was normal
Then you came along, wearing that multicolored dress.
That dress, clinging to your legs with every step
Teasing with every breeze, every jostle peeking just a little higher up your thigh
You didn’t notice me, with your headphones on, a folder in your hand and red hair
But I noticed you, you sexy thing you,
Gliding gracefully across the floor in another world entirely, you stared off absently
Still, that skirt peeking higher on your thigh,
How could you not catch my eye?
The material clinging onto your skin as you go
Then, grazing passed me, time was both eternal and already over
I catch your perfume,
Something that’s gonna stick in my head
As you pass by
Your skirt swaying
Still hiding what I really wanted
A small peek just a little bit…
A small story/ something/ inside thought of most men on the planet when they see a pretty girl.
Maybe it’s just me.
Also this isn’t about anyone in particular, it just came to me, but I know someone out there’s gonna relate to it…
Also if any girls read this
1:Don’t get offended, this isn’t about anything or anyone in particular
2: reply with what thoughts you get in a similar situation…
Please don’t hate me 😅