With each word that he uttered, I grew entranced.
Oh, how his hair laid gently on the nape of his neck.
My finger tips tingled, as if feeling a touch that never occurred.
His fragrance made me dizzy when he walked down the hall.
How I hated that pencil that laid between his lips.
I dared those Jean's to hug his hips.
Nothing could prepare me for what came next.
He hugged me tight, and my heart was content.