“lady, i will touch you with my mind.”
He was lost in the chocolate-black forest of her hair, her elegant fingertips rustling the strands delicately.
“touch you and touch and touch”
Distantly, at the front of the classroom, in another dimension, the disembodied recitation of the professor floated past, muted by the soft pattering of raindrops on the windowsill, further entangling him in her inadvertent web.
“until you give”
Her sweet floral scent gripped him with an unknowing and shameful passion.
“me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene”
The tragic impossibility of that smile, shyly obscene or otherwise, from the prison of the desk behind her crushed the air from his lungs, leaving only an empty shell of desperation and despair.