The Willing and Suited Should All Be Saluted.

Do I intrigue you?
I see you staring from your seat
I see you hope our eyes would meet
But when they do, yours meet your feet
And every few days this sequence repeats
Our cheeks swell up with burning red heat
Because we know there's something in the air.

I bet you want to know what my tongue tastes like.
I bet you want to sliver your saliva down the pale horizons of my torso
I bet you want to rip me apart between the sheets of your small twin bed
I bet you want to dig your nails into my blushing red skin
Covered in passion and bathing in sin

I bet you've imagined every outline of my conservatively clothed body
Pressed up against yours with a force like the magnetic poles that signify the beginning and end of the world
Infinity. An infinite amount of space between our desks and our bodies but a lack of inhibition on the paths of our thoughts

I can feel you inside me, though you are a stranger.
The unfamiliar tingle of such familiar scruff along the delicacies of my frame
You maim, you maim
Man, you are tame
I want to scalp you and drill down to your brain
Your corpus collosam collapsing into my hand
Swivels and drivels of thoughts and desires
That you have kept secret
You liar, you liar
On fire. This floor is on fire
We've got to move.
We've got to dance to be free.


Keep your desk in the classroom
And your thoughts in your head
Where she can never find us
Or else we'd be dead
Keep your hand in plain sight
And me far out of reach
For such tender covenants
We never can breach

Cut the strings
Burn the fringe
Break me down
Turn me out
And out...and out.

I commend you for listening to this broadcast
Prepare to self destruct in three...two...now.