We Met

you see me 

on the street

you think

damn girl

and wait

until I pass by

to look at my a*s

you want to 

know my name

how my lips taste

if you can 

take me home

so, you run past

pretend 

you dropped 

your keys 

just ahead

and we all stop

to help you search

which requires me

to bend over

and you pretend 

not to look

but I see you

the rest

is history