you’ll come close to me first
just so you can hear me, of course
you are quiet
and you hear me
really hear me
and open up those lips, that i can’t stop looking at
they’re plump
and very pink
and i can’t even look at you

we’ll part even though you’ve practically filled me completely
my mind is heavy with you
but i have to watch you from afar
this is god’s practical *** joke
i watch you turn
stretch
lean
bend
smirk
and smile at something you shouldn’t have
and it seems as though
i can’t stop rocking myself in my chair

the torture is over
it’s time to go
but it seems you’ve only bent me over your knee now
we’re close again
and you smell like something i want to smell more of
do not go;
but i look at you
and it seems like you don’t want to

make sure we’re alone
and come close again
i feel like as you come closer
i drift farther
we are just chasing each other
but ground me
i don’t want anyone else to

bring your hand, rough and veiny
against my cheek
and slide it like lotion on skin
hold
it
you will edge close
now we’re in a questionable position
so i will make the move
those lips are finally on me
and they are gaining momentum
his hands are  on other cheeks now


SLAM
my back against the wall
so sudden that i gasp
but you kiss me anyways
and my legs are raised around your waist
i hate your clothes and you hate mine
do not stop

you are ****
and wise
fill me with your wisdom
right in the  place of my weakness
focus on my weak points
so we can get a better grade
yes, there you go
throb and pulse and
pound
so hard that every time you do
i become aware of your presence all over again
so hard
you’re so hard
don’t stop until i am powerless
do not stop
let me  be weak
don’t stop

hold my neck, another weak point
and shove your fingers in my mouth -
sometimes its best to let the teacher do the talking
let me smell your hardworking sweat
and your cologne that won’t leave me till morning
I will scratch your back
relieve your itches
bone deep
red marks of scandal on your back
my hands amongst your dark hair
too soft to keep a grip of
don't you dare ******* stop