As she walked,
her hips swaying,
back and forth,
as if beckoning me on,
however I could not tell her,
of my selfish desire,
because she was,
and still is,
my one and only true friends.
As she walked,
her hips swaying,
back and forth,
as if beckoning me on,
however I could not tell her,
of my selfish desire,
because she was,
and still is,
my one and only true friends.