Kareena Kapoor's eyes...
So deep,
So dark,
So expressive.
I sit here in the theatre,
Watching another love story.
She always gets to me,
Somehow...
It's at the sad part now.
Her tears,
Move me so,
Make my hear sink,
Bring me low.
Lost in fantasy,
Here in my celluloid dream,
With Kareena,
On the big screen.
A seductive grin,
On her lips.
A lively dance number,
On her hips.
I'd tap that,
Sweet Punjabi ass.
Glance across the theatre.
Oh shit!
There's a hot girl,
A lovely Punjabi lady,
In the seat next to me.
Full, dark and curvy.
I smile at her,
And try and hide my boner.
We talk,
After the movie.
"Oh," she says, "I loved it."
"Me too! So moving!"
I get her number,
And later that night,
I phone her.
All because of those eyes,
I quietly sigh.
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