Temple

Remember those grainy blue seats you were settling in for hours, how you stuck your nose in your book when she arrived, blinding yourself, vainly trying to impede your feelings to rise, take all of you, awkwardly shutting down your senses, a shy gargoyle you were, haunting that abandonned hall in the sole purpose to be closer to her, for a swift instant, the time it takes to cross the room to the office, you stretched, you sipped that moment, a dazing nectar it was for you, so much conscious you were of her proximate presence, and as she glided softly, the scent of her body, a trail to trap you, forever made you feel a thousand extasies and playing insanely the most licentious desires.