The bell rang a alluring call to attention. Professor X entered the room a vision of forbidden desire. Her form were barely contained by her professional attire His gaze lingered a little too long perhaps. He envisioned congratulating her on Teacher's Day Her lecture began but his mind drifted to more intimate scenarios. He saw her glowing in a secret moment He pictured a risqué thought a wicked grin on her face The yearning grew a fiery lust. He felt a wave of anticipation imagining her climax His mind ran wild. He yearned for a Teacher's Day that was far from innocent The hallway became a stage for his forbidden desires. A mischievous smirk crossed his face He craved for her caress a present of unadulterated lust The images of her body filled his mind He felt a pull to her a magnetic force He saw her in a flash of pure surrender The thought of her lust was an addiction He imagined her eyes meeting his a silent dare A bouquet of roses a symbol of both love and desire Her likeness a constant presence in his mind A sensual position in his thoughts He felt her ecstasy as if it were his own The curves of her body a symphony of form He imagined her gaze on him a secret in their depth The controversy that might follow was a small price to pay
His gaze lingered a little too long perhaps. He envisioned congratulating her on Teacher's Day 
Her lecture began but his mind drifted to more intimate scenarios. He saw her glowing in a secret moment 
He pictured a risqué thought a wicked grin on her face 
The yearning grew a fiery lust. He felt a wave of anticipation imagining her climax 
His mind ran wild. He yearned for a Teacher's Day that was far from innocent 
The hallway became a stage for his forbidden desires. A mischievous smirk crossed his face 
He craved for her caress a present of unadulterated lust 
The images of her body filled his mind 
He felt a pull to her a magnetic force 
He saw her in a flash of pure surrender 
The thought of her lust was an addiction 
He imagined her eyes meeting his a silent dare 
A bouquet of roses a symbol of both love and desire 
Her likeness a constant presence in his mind 
A sensual position in his thoughts 
He felt her ecstasy as if it were his own 
The curves of her body a symphony of form 
He imagined her gaze on him a secret in their depth 
The controversy that might follow was a small price to pay 