The boy in the bus

I was standing in the end of the bus; Sitting on my chair amidst people; Then a boy entered in the bus; He was out of the blue; Light blue jeans. Light shirt; An enhanced belt; All the focus in this boy was in his belt; All I could think, In my head, At the moment, Was to remove that belt; And I said to myself, This boy really must be gracious, Out of the blue, In the middle of the fog. …Without a word or a look at me; I just want to remove that belt now; And have him hard; A blue perfume, strong;