That Evening Bus

This poem is dedicated to my beautiful Italian "Anamika" ...who used to travel in my bus ...

Driver stops the bus,
she enters without a fuss
her golden hair shining with rain drops
and i am full of hopes
she stops near front seats
and my heart misses numerous beats
romance is in the air
and, she is coming near
she sits beside me
I say "SI, SI, SI(see note)"
she lets her hair drop down
and my heart starts to moan
she kindles me with her sweet sound
and my heart begins to pound
her beauty is ravishing
and everything in front of me is vanishing
alarm of my phone starts to beep
Oh god! when did I sleep

Note: "SI" means "YES" in Italian