Trapped behind a desk
Gazing out the dense glass.

Repenting her desires
Self-control is foreign to her heart.

She knows she should be starting her homework
As images of him take up her time.

His cotton t shirt
Drapes off her shoulder.

He strums his guitar
Each note drawing her in
Closer and closer.

Like a rattlesnake
Enchanted by a spell.

His t shirt now lies on the floor
The lace on her body is under his control.

He takes his time
Teasing her
The way he knows she likes it.

His breath pressed against her soft cheek
Her toes begin to curl under his will.

Mouth to mouth
Skin to skin
she surrenders, with pleasure.

Reality rings in the classroom
Tearing them away from the covers
Dressing the two in their own clothing
Pushing her out the door.