Classroom Daydream
eyes close as a glossy sheen
that sparkles in the candle glow
on my fingertips appears
I long for his warm lips
embracing mine with
the soft dew of passion
fingers gilded with silver accents,
so tightly clasping a thick comfort,
slowly loosen their grip
until they dance across
his olive cheeks
gradually waking as I curl up
in the down feather duvet
and soft cotton that just lets
me sink back down into
a land of sweet smells and
coffee beans; arms encircling
my tiny frame that
gently starts as I realize
the power-point is over
seats vacant all around me
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