I took a creative writing course from Professor Dreamy,
He oozed maleness, kept me so hot and steamy.
He was quite tall and his eyes were aqua pools,
He made my heart skip a beat and I did drool.
His expertise was love poetry, delivered in a rich baritone,
His voice made me tremble and silently moan.
My eyes would undress him, he stood before me in the nude,
His classes were adventures in arousal, lusty was my mood.
Sometimes he would pat my shoulder as he passed my chair,
I felt the heat of chemistry was so there.
My eyes reflected my hunger, as in his eyes I'd sink,
He smiled knowingly, his knowledge made me flush pink.
After class one day, Professor Dreamy wanted to chat,
He ushered me into his office, giving my shoulder a pat.
He was a tall, massive oak and dwarfed me,
He smiled sweetly as he offered me tea.
I declined his offer and settled myself in a chair,
His eyes caressed my cleavage, I could feel the heat from his stare.
He knelt before me and placed a kiss upon my hand,
His kiss sparked my desire, I was mesmerized by this man.
He leaned toward me, whispering love poetry against my lips,
His hand exploring my cleavage, with gentle fingertips.
Then his lips devoured mine in a deep soul kiss,
I just melted, too weak to resist.
He removed my sweater and unhooked my bra with flair,
His eyes reveled in the snowy flesh he had just bared.
His lips paid homage to each pink tip,
They reacted to the warmth of his encompassing lips.
Gentle tugs sent quivers down my spine,
Professor Dreamy was causing sensations so divine.
He stood before me, placing my hand on his great need,
Lust took over our bodies and demanded to feed.
Our clothing was soon discarded, caresses were warm and tender,
We explored each other's body reveling in the splendor.
Bodies united, caught up in passion's tidal wave,
Two quivering masses, driven and depraved.
When the flood had receded, while still panting from our play,
Professor Dreamy chuckeled and gave me an A+ for the day.
A very wet dream...or was it real? WOW!!!
Like a piece of raw juicy meat in an hungry tiger's jaws.
Georg
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2007
Are you sure you didn't teach Dreamy a thing or two?
Glad you passed the love lusty lessons...
You'll sure be teaching before to long...
Hugs..
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2007
Every student has a crush on at least one teacher....Professor Dreamy sounds like the doctor of love....although he would be fired if his extracurricular activities were revealed! LOL Good one. Lydi**
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Professor Dreamy eh? LOL man oh man
Like a piece of raw juicy meat in an hungry tiger's jaws.
Georg
Glad you passed the love lusty lessons...
You'll sure be teaching before to long...
Hugs..
Regis