My teacher is looking sexy today.
Maybe it’s her hair,
Maybe it’s her smile,
Maybe it’s the caffeine
Charging like adrenaline through my veins.
Black dress tight and straight
From shoulder to shins,
Setting alight the fiery halo on her head.
Talk of fornication,
Summoning of joys;
Leaves falling in a heap
Over this body I so whimsically
Contain my fascination within.
Her gelding flush,
Her lips so pursed;
Her recoil of laughter as my silent reproach
Of exam misdemeanour is acknowledged.
Her dishevelling of that fiery halo!
Hands waving about
In love with tales of corruption descriptive.
- 27/05/08, Palmerston North