You're sitting
at the front
of the class.
I watch you
from the back
of the class
your dark hair
shiny smooth
your pale skin
fine features
and those eyes
that wash me.
I wish I
sat next to
you elbow
to elbow
sensing you
next to me
your slim thigh
there beneath
the school desk.
The teacher
rattles on
about maths
Algebra
or such things.
I see your
fine profile
as you turn
your head round
following
the teacher
as he walks
at the front.
I drink you
like a drug
sampling
like nectar
of some rare
flowering
open bloom.
I see your
slim figure
partially
obscured by
the plump girl
behind you
just enough
to move eyes
to your waist.
I sit here
dumbly numb
watching you
from the rear
wishing that
I was there
beside you
my dream dear.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
You're sitting
at the front
of the class.
I watch you
from the back
of the class
your dark hair
shiny smooth
your pale skin
fine features
and those eyes
that wash me.
I wish I
sat next to
you elbow
to elbow
sensing you
next to me
your slim thigh
there beneath
the school desk.
The teacher
rattles on
about maths
Algebra
or such things.
I see your
fine profile
as you turn
your head round
following
the teacher
as he walks
at the front.
I drink you
like a drug
sampling
like nectar
of some rare
flowering
open bloom.
I see your
slim figure
partially
obscured by
the plump girl
behind you
just enough
to move eyes
to your waist.
I sit here
dumbly numb
watching you
from the rear
wishing that
I was there
beside you
my dream dear.
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