As i sit there i wait to hear your voice,
As i stare at your lips as you teach they look so juicy and moist.
In my dreams i think of poetry and poetry is you,
The way you put lines together i wish it were me and you.
Class is over and I'm still there,
Waiting for you to come to my chair.
Ask me whats wrong and if i need help,
But the help i need from you i cant get from anybody else.
Straight A's in your class is what get,
Homework of love every morning i place on your desk.
To be taught by you is a dream come true,
Not being taught by you is wrong like one plus one not equaling two.
Learning to love is what you teach,
My admiration for you i would never speak.
But poetry has opened my heart,
My graduation is soon and i hope we don't part.
