No matter how much you despise school
classroom instruction...

They say
such a beautiful woman...

I don't know what time it is
it doesn't matter...

My hardened, soft-centered warrior
standing tall, but so shyly...

I feel sick because
who am i to feel this way...

It's overpowering
thinking about you...

Smiling from across the room, that silly way you...
with lips closed and when our eyes meet...

I try to think of him
but who clouds my mind...

My tongue plays restless
behind moistened lips...

You have her
and i have him...

Waiting in agony
for the cramping to cease...

She pushes
and rubs...