The Girl In The Street Poem by Phil Soar

She didn't realise that I had eyes for only her
Sometimes I stared so longingly, it really was absurd
And when my mind was drifting, and she then came into view
I watched her wiggle past my house, to number 42

I wondered if she saw me, as she passed by every day
Or saw me at the window, as I hid behind the drapes
And if she did, was she aware, her wiggle turned me on
And behind my mother's curtains, I behaved so very wrong