A Class Room
Sitting near the main door of our college, I was busy writing my term paper. A crowd of impish boys just across from me, sat at the main staircase chattering like birds. One of them stood silent like a proud stag. I never thought you would be my first beau. Your naughty, restive eyes secretly admired my luring limbs. Instantly, you shied away on and off, giving me a feeling of restlessness. While I was hurrying to the class room, you stood on my way and asked my name. Angrily, I refused to answer you. Your pursuing nature forced me to bide. We met again in the college cafeteria. The storm in you was caged yet it gave birth to lava of lust. I could perceive a form of greed for flesh; it was a feeling that prevailed in the blood that boiled in your veins. A boat at the shore had given us a small shelter to hide and you stripped as I stood motionless. The never ending quest for flesh showered us endlessly. You were slithering on me and licking every drop of nectar in me.
Don’t stop, carry on.
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