You were walking down the street.
Your hands were in your pockets and your eyes were fixed on the road ahead of you.
Your shorts highlighted your very sexy legs, legs that made fellow men jealous.
The whole street was focused on you, but you were ignorant of this.
Maybe you weren't, but the fact that you ignored the attention you received made my heart beat.
Your eyes were deep, and they were very beautiful.
I stood in a corner watching you, imagining what it'd feel like if ever those eyes looked upon me, if ever those eyes saw only me.
And something prompted me, and I followed you.

Your hair was black, jet black. It was like a raven's wings, exuding mystery and elegance.
Your skin was like mine, I knew it immediately my eyes laid on your body.
It was like cinnamon spice and I could imagine the warmth, the depth, the allure that your skin would bring.
Your aura was unbeatable, and you kept walking.
And I kept following and I think the whole street did, but I didn't take note.
I took note of you, only you.
You sneezed.
I was so close that I heard it.
It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, and I was dazed.
But I kept following you.

You stopped in your tracks.
But I was too focused on following you that I didn't realise.
I bumped into you, and your body trembled.
My heart skipped a beat, I knew I was scared, yet I loved.
You turned around slowly and you looked down on me.
Your eyes bored into my whole existence and I shivered.
Those beautiful eyes, I could see them clearly now.
They were like polished onyx, they made my heart race.
You moved closer, your eyes raised. You were...