Locked With Her

There she stands at the side of the road 

There is me coming from behind 

Wondering what a being on two legs

Marvelled by the simplicity in her attire

Short flay jeans gown and sneakers 

So I held myself from saying a word

She stops a taxi her, destination below Foncha

The driver declined

I smiled and breathe a sigh of relief

Then stopped at taxi, destination mile 4

Finally I thought I had freed me from her spell 

Suddenly as I was about to enter, 

Then she ran, echoed her destination again

That single horn of the taxi notified me 

That my torments was far from over

I was locked with her 

For the next thirty minutes

Will I survive 

Will I resist the urge to woe her