I keep dreaming of him
I keep having dreams of this teacher, and I think I love him. I just want him to make love to me, and hold me close like in my dreams. I want to smell him. I want to just feel like I can melt into him. I think I may have gone head over heels for the impossible. If only he would, one day, just lock the classroom door. He would shut the blinds and make love to me. He would sit on the desk, with me on top, and take my virginity. He would moan my name, and I'd hold on to him trying to muffle my screams of pleasure. Then I would sit there and just kiss him. Then we'd do it again, over and over, until I was too weak to do it again. I guess I'll just have to keep dreaming.