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Flushed and wanton cheeks, pallor pinked by resolve made weak and daydreams defiled–

heart beating wild.

Skin hot—mind riled.

Fantasies play with plump limps, wet by warm tongue and plucked by yearning fingertips.

A soft exhale slips,

caught in the teeth of an animal moan,

reminiscent of graveled groans rebounding to the rafters in a hedonistic race.

But all thoughts must stay straight-laced,

and no wants may cross eyes or face—

as a classroom’s simply not the place.


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