You griped their shoulders,
Squeezed them tight,
Your grooming obvious
To the double glance.

I swallowed sharply
The tacks of guilt,
Mounted creeping
Showing on the board.

Your heavy stare
As she walks by,
I think of the word
That ends in “phile”.

Your vile intentions
Are wrapped around
A tight thin sheen
Of relating bands.

The coffee poisoned,
And water too,
With drops of degrees
That made you swoon.

You whispered softly
Into my ear,
I resisted from vomiting
The truth in clear.

Remaining silent,
I sat in class,
You resumed your dance,
And I kept my rage.

After your departure,
I shared my point of view,
Of way the you touched them,
They remained as fools.

Oblivious to the threat,
To conditioned ways,
In their innocence,
They enjoyed your game.