Description: Actually, it was right before my discussion/class on human rights and sexuality. Before I entered the room, I caught a glimpse of an old crush. Here's what I had to say.
Lecture Hall -------------------------------------------
It was worth a shot
To try to get into your mind
Read your thoughts
Predict your moves
It would have been grand to melt in your arms
Breathe your scent
Massage your shoulders
Broad and strong
Bearing the weight of your burdens
I wondered what made you tick
The thin line between reason and passion
I wanted to cross it
Blur your senses
Using your passion for violence
And that violence into sex
Raw
Brutal
From scratches to rugburns
You are so much better when you hold rage in your hands
But how could I forget
Mixing reality with creativity
That you of all males
Could fulfill my fantasy
Throw me
Fuck me
Til I have tears in my eyes
And all the while
You sit patiently
Noding your head
Off in a different world
As the professor lectures
You drift off to sleep
well this sounds like my wondering mind during class, and ya know what i think i failed that class... i couldnt help it thogh, the guy was just simply gorgeous, with these big hands and you could just tell he'd know what to do with them haha great write here -steph
OOOOOH this one was better than the other one i read! i bit more explicit-loving it Lee! Fave lines of mine "Using your passion for violence And that violence into sex Raw Brutal From scratches to rugburns" . . . ooooh that was good!
wow, that was quite a read. The flow was a little bit strange. However you're imagery was very very good haha. You tied up the ending very well. Good Job.
Submission Name: Lecture Hall
