Really bad at it.

 Bukowski inspired.
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The other day in a queue
I saw an emo or if you like Scene girl
and thought "damn I have to speak to you"
Summery,shapely and sweetly innocent in the way I like.
I was gonna do it alright
but I chickened out with stage fright, at the last minute or so.
I try to go back but she was half way down the street by then.
been a few of those incidents recently.
I was walking along carrying shit load of bog roll
for shopping supplies
when there came a pretty girl and we locked eyes
and I blushed just a little but really and truly I should've said hi at least
jesus christ, I'm such a shiter.
or another night, there was a woman at a table of friends
I was waiting for one of mines in the toilet and she glance on/off at me and me back at her
I was gonna go over but was overwhelmed by the group
by the fear of presumptious looks
I'd get
,that all I wanted was to ram my cock in her fanny
-when nah I just wanted to ask her name and find out why she seemed to be staring.
But then we had to go and she didn't even glance at me on the pass
so I figured it was a lost cause or coincidence.