He'd seen her move and often heard her heels
and sat, he'd take her passing fragrance in
a top-shelf book would have her stretch, and arch
while lower shelves would see her lean, or kneel
each day she would appear and something new
a skirt that clung, or moving flared, a slit
the teasing tops, that shaped, suggested, showed
and belts, them fitted tight or hipped with style
She'd noticed him, and smiled, and he smiled back
he'd come for books, to work, but there she was
so bolden up young man and proffer words
there's much to say, why you can talk bout books!
I know you're shy, and she might say no thanks'
or p'haps she waits, she waits for you, aches too!