Lizbeth wants
more to love

than the once
a day glimpse

or quick meet
on the field

with her love
Benedict

during their
lunch recess

with hardly
time to talk

or to kiss
while prefect's

not watching
she wants to

be able
to make love

(at least try
what she'd read

in that book
the big girl

had shown her
and loaned her)

she wants now
to feel him

enter her
(as the book

had described)
to be one

in body
and in heart

to sense his
lips on hers

and other
sensitive

secret parts
to feel him

kiss her bits
inner thighs

lids of eyes
her small ****

but in class
during maths

bored to tears
she thinks on

Benedict
whose warm lips

had met hers
in the gym

secretly
during lunch

he shyly
not tonguing

just kissing
holding her

close to him
she sensing

his kisses
wanted more

making love
on the floor

but the bell
rang its chime

no more time
just the caught

memory
of what they

did and not
leaving her
bored and hot.