No Words Part 1

I met this African gyal,
By the name Sadika Gueye.
She said she first saw me,
Back in the month of May.
I was with some friends,
On a beach in Melrose.
I told her I remember her,
I think, yeah I suppose.
She said we need to get together,
Probably dinner sometime.
I said yeah cool,
Maybe some pasta and red wine.
I asked her when was she available,
I have Saturday night free.
She said Saturday was perfect,
And she knows a place in Braintree.
A couple days past,
We kept in contact via WhatsApp.
Saturday reach and I’m nervous,
I decided to take a little nap.
I woke up with eagerness,
Still butterflies in my belly.
Finally I composed myself,
And decided to get ready.
Milton bound to scoop her up,
I reach to her door.
She came out like a ray of sunshine,
Looking good from her head to the floor.
Short red mini dress,
Pumps, face beat, and Gucci bag.
I’m nervous as hell and sweating
I reached for my back pocket for my rag.
I wiped my face clean,
Thinking this is embarrassing for sure.
I got out the car,
So I can open her door.
She’s not a chirp chirp girl,
My parents didn’t raise a fool.
I caught a glimpse of those beautiful legs,
I swore I started to drool.
On our way to the restaurant,
We started to talk.
I couldn’t park close,
So we had a little walk.
I helped out of the car,
As it was my duty.
She walked a bit in the front of me,
Making sure I caught a glimpse of that booty.
The dress was hiked up a bit,
So she pulled it down.
My mind was racing for words,
I couldn’t even find a noun.