The Day he made his move

Few months ago, I met on the train,
An innocent guy yet quite insane,
Played a game of UNO, which he had won,
That was how the whole thing begun.

Took him on my bike, it was quarter to nine,
Suddenly clinched the brake, he rolled his hands down my spine,
It was then that I knew something was up,
Who knew it would be his lil 'Butter cup'.

Few days later, he broke the ice,
Removed his mask, no disguise,
Poured out his heart with a romantic mail,
It was then that I knew he was on my trail.

He got it off his chest and his day was made,
Rather stay home and watch the gay parade,
Unhappily married, now with a kid,
Its time he stopped watching ‘Wake up Sid’.

A world of his own in which he wish he stay,
Listening to songs from F***ing Enrique,
‘Wish you were here’ being just a first,
Not so far from a sexual outburst.

Terrified by the incident I wrote to him back,
Telling him how to get his life on track,
Couple of counseling sessions and all will be fine,
Last resort will be to screw a concubine