I bumped into a girl in an elevator
Hair as crimson as the devil's eyes
Voice as sweet as the devil's lies
And as the elevator stopped at my floor
I left out the silver lined door
Thinking I'd never meet her again.
It was in between lost and found
That I saw her once more,
The girl from the elevator.
She speaks to me, noticing the same things
I had noticed,
If I had a diary, today would read 'note this:
you met a lovely girl in an elevator',
She asks me 'Hey do you like s.....?'
Forgetting her words she started
Hissing like a serpent,
The wait for her to ask
Is extremely agitating,
'Sugar? Sweets? Sushi? ***? What is s....?'
My mind questioning itself.
She continues
'Do you like sandwiches?',
My mind again going into overdrive,
'was that an innuendo? Did she mean....?
Does she have a friend that I missed?',
'Yes' I replied,
Shaking my head to the side
Playing a little shy.

She bought me a sandwich...
And we went our separate ways.

To this day ,
As far apart as she and I are,
I would always hope
That the girl I might fall in love with later
Is the girl that I met in the elevator.