Across the table, you sit
Fingers entwined with your hair
Papers askew, both elbows firmly placed
Back arched, you’re unaware
Of my eyes tracing the lines of you
More than the problems
I am supposed to be solving

Stop being so attractive
I cannot pay attention to what’s being said
I can practically see the gears
Moving inside your head
Thoughts obvious as if written
But why can’t I read them
When it’s you looking at me?

Hands dusted with graphite
Brush against my skin
I say nothing but
I cannot help but grin
Looking down, so completely studious
Need to focus, even while
I sneak peeks beneath lashes

Can I can I can I
Just press my lips against yours
For just a few seconds
Can we hide behind closed doors
From our obligations and the staring eyes
Time, just slow down
Because every hour with you is a second