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The Professor

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The Professor sits in a

student's desk then

He stands at a podium

Walking back and forth to and fro

in constant motion

whilst lecturing

And I feel his azure eyes--or are they celestial blue?

fall upon my dark chocolate

in awe of it all

I stare back vexed

wanting to tell all yet I cannot

One look

is all it takes

to make me lust

But it may just be the work of pixie dust

I sense the inner turmoil erupting within

the subtle expression of stress and tensions

I cannot recoil from him, only comfort

While I sit in the chair opposite his

Vis-a-vis

No masks

here alone

All I can do is listen, listen intently

to him speak, gloriously speak

If only I could sit here for an eternity

But is it some sort of repression

I pick up from his tense expression?

An all-seeing eye ganders briefly

Down my legs

Lingering shortly on my feet

What is it Professor?

Is this some kind of abstinence I see?

I wonder if a man as wise as he

would repress his libido so easily

Unlike me

For I secretly desire

I want his full attention

and to know his real intentions

Oh my

They say in whispers

"No. This cannot be."

But I roll my eyes

This is no Lolita-complex to fear

Desiring, longing for and fond of

Endearing, fancying that which is considered

Forbidden and Taboo

I only hope he feels the same so that

The Professor reciprocates someday

One of these days

Being blunt, direct, and forward in his display

For I am not afraid

I say: Love is love, like is like, all of which are not entirely blind

Only age, race, and color-blind

However, it's safe to say

I pray to a nonexistent deity

for my desire to be consummated

Any day now--I await you

Someday soon now

My Professor

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Amorous ... I like it. But I wonder if this is metaphorical.

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Vexed I know, surrendering to a friendly foe, this lust for a bust of a higher kind, I understand this sunrise... and oh do I wished this spell upon myself again...so inspired I wish I was the preacher in teacher. Love this DRAMATICALLY...

Vexed I know, surrendering to a friendly foe, this lust for a bust of a higher kind, I understand this sunrise... and oh do I wished this spell upon myself again...so inspired I wish I was the preacher in teacher. Love this DRAMATICALLY Venusfurs. Now go and catch this lure of life. Catch the tide.

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