Your smell is intoxicating and as I pretend to read the article before me, you lean over to look for the answers that might be written in de tedious words or just in the way you say my name.
It’s sometimes difficult to look into your eyes and pretend like I’m just answering a question while I’m really conveying secret messages that are so full and so deep, and too much is revealed when I look into those brown depths, so instead I drift off to your eyebrows…
your cheeks…
and my eyes wander over to your lips, those full lips...

But those make me feel all other sorts of things
so I just look around, pretending to see something in the unappealing bright lights of the classroom, stumbling over my words and finally,

I give up and stop existing altogether.