i cannot remember how many times i havefallen in love with male teachers...
let me count...
just this morning i experienced heated blush
again
you were talking about something i cannot perceive
while i was stealing glimpses from
you timid face
so mallow i think i could find two huge clouds of marshmallow under your dimples
the damp warm pink cave i wondered and i wandered i wanted to stay
the confidence you show did not bring me to your words
it exposes your charm you caught me flying out of class
i tried to concentrate on what i am expected to listen to
i distracted myself by focusing your hands
how nimble they were waving at me
the claw you made packed me in
warum hast du so grosse hände?
you waved the way a magician waves
to draw a real bunny out of a hat to fascinates a kid like me
once and again i fell in love with the impracticle and impossible magician
and i somehow love being in such a fantastic and insecure state
how i have thrown myself the warfare frontline
be burnt into ashes
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