THE UNTOUCHABLE BOY IN CLASS

THE UNTOUCHABLE BOY IN CLASS

Momentarily starstruck! 

I grabbed a stool,

Gulped a drink,

and opened my eyes wider!

I had the feeling I get when I read a well written line! 

To close the book,stare at the wall and let it sink in!

He was standing there!

At a close range!!!

The untouchable boy in class.


His confidence magnetic,

His smile  charming ,

His cologne giving me infinite  reasons to drown myself in his perfume bottle,

His voice making my goosebumps orgasm,

His wink awakened the exotic butterflies within me,

 His gait  depicted a touch of class ,with a drop of sophistication embedded in royal essence. 

All I asked God is to bless the ground beneath his feet!

 

I know he ain't the Centre of the universe, 

But he keeps spinning me like one 

I am his number one fan,

His posters are on the wall inside my head,

The little spart of emotions I felt keep brawling to a star.

He literally swept me off my feet!

 

Too bad I couldn't fall on his laps

His hand was never meant to hold me after my salsa spin, 

My name and his wouldn't sound good together

Because I was just a young gurl found on the left _ side of his right handed world! 

I stood no chance of being his sleeping beauty ,

No miracle would make his glossed lips be on mine .

The realization that not all fairy tales have happy endings jerked me to reality!

 

'You should do finance option, it has wider job market

Besides it is dynamic,

You won't feel the pressure of work monotony'

I answered his question with an innocent nerdy look,

No one would imagine I undressed and dressed him in less than a minute.

Atleast my brain made the untouchable  in class touchable. 

By Favor khaoya

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