peto

Smooth talker

As she tosses her hair 

Perfumed scent fills the air

She reveals just a little more skin 

Sparkling eyes hold my gaze 

Like a mouse in a maze 

This lost soul now quite fancies a win

When her mouth cracks a smile 

I just stand there a while 

overdosing on beauty so sweet 

Light reflects from her nails 

I doubt she ever fails 

To have men simply fall at her feet 

Though I\'ve never been smooth 

Feel I must make my move 

But the best I come up with is hi

As she giggles and turns 

And my face really burns 

Her response to my best line is bye

Did I blow my big chance 

of a whirlwind romance 

Was this moment a cruel twist of fate

Guess I\'ll keep marching on

That\'s another chance gone 

Maybe \"hl\" needs some work for a date