getting educated

I want to walk into the school late at night and find you there grading papers sitting in your button down lilac shirt and skirt just short enough to drive me completely mad. You’d look up at me with those big blue eyes with the clearest desire I’ve ever witnessed, ever-so innocently trying at your every will to hide your deep urge to lie down and tempt me closer. You would try to ignore me, gently brushing your satiny hair behind your ear sending splinters of hot bronze up and down my spine. I would slowly walk over, letting you know exactly what I wanted. It wouldn’t be you wrongly taking me nor I guiltfully making love to you. In a simultaneous dance we’d fall into each others arms and arose each other time and time again as if the bell would never ring-