Young Looking Lady In the Tunnel

As I passed on The sign on The chair that says: Martin place A young looking lady With brown hair And blue dress Smile at me. I myself smile at her As a response And I think its a very reational response Instantly about 5 seconds Our eyes f*c*k. She didn't say word I got some of it In my head Unspoken though Then the tunnel exhales Wind sweeping On her perfume Only small amount I could smell The train blows its breath And its approaching like a bull Then it stops in front of her She expand her chest And I can hear my eyes screaming For her to stay there And continue this sensual Eye romance Just for one minute Strangely I think She heard my inner scream She stop and give a smile But her feet takes her towards the train The door close As she disappear I Try to look for any resemblance of her I think it was also blown by the train Even her scent was gone. Now Im alone i felt like smoking I grab my left pocket And I still have a half of it The cigarette I lit a stick Rode the escalator I feel like walking on the crowded street of George street. Maybe I will one day see her agin hundred days from now This young looking lady With blue dress who smile at me. -comments please mate- TY