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May 2018
You're sitting
at the front
of the class.

I watch you
from the back
of the class
your dark hair
shiny smooth
your pale skin
fine features
and those eyes
that wash me.

I wish I
sat next to
you elbow
to elbow
sensing you
next to me
your slim thigh
there beneath
the school desk.

The teacher
rattles on
about maths
or such things.

I see your
fine profile
as you turn
your head round
the teacher
as he walks
at the front.

I drink you
like a drug
like nectar
of some rare
open bloom.

I see your
slim figure
obscured by
the plump girl
behind you
just enough
to move eyes
to your waist.

I sit here
dumbly numb
watching you
from the rear
wishing that
I was there
beside you
my dream dear.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  71/M/England
   Edmund black
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