Public exposure...

 
Teasing
        stroking
                 touches

Your hands caressing
                        sending me
                                Into
                              a state

We're in the Student Union
         surrounded by friends
                who know we're up to
                                              Mischief

from the heated verbal repartee
                the glances sliding like silk
                         the barely stifled gasp I've made

           My enormous peaked nipples I keep trying to hide behind crossed arms and forget every time you lean over and oh-so-gently bite the juncture between my neck and shoulder, chasing your fingers behind causing delicate shivers to bathe my spine arching my swollen forgotten nipples forward (How I can forget them with all the sensation running through them is hardly believable - but, time and again, I do, remembering only when I happen to regain myself for a moment or when I catch our friends' eyes upon them)

                 Your laughing groan and shift (thank all the powers that be for the fact that these are booths with tables strategically placed) is indicative of where my hand rests, though rests may not be an entirely fair thing to say. Those hours upon hours of intricate piano practice have made my fingers acutely deft; a fact you're discovering in so very many ways as I graze you tenderly playing you as skillfully as ever I've played a sonata or concerto, étude or simple-seeming Bach Invention

Yet

Soon enough

These fleeting interactions are not enough
             You're hard as the marble columns supporting this vaunted edifice

I'm wet as the fountains incessantly pouring in the courtyard

We've done this to each other
                        in front of everyone
       Surreptitiously
And, it's this as much as our clandestine caresses

            That has us ablaze
You can hardly walk for what you carry (I'm intimidated by that, but soooo very drenched by now, I'm ready to try)

We adjourn to the library (appropriately and ironically named Love - I kid not)
        Surely, the stacks, those dusty recesses will provide the privacy we need
     so you can breach my defenses, storm my castle
                     set me astride or ride
But, this day (oh! Woe is us) the stacks appear to be a hotbed of study and research

What to do? We are but two college students, near penniless, both still living at home

And, my home is out of the question
     I live in the heart of religious fundamentalism and am to remain virgin 'til marriage (clearly, this failed)

Now, so many years later, I no longer remember why your home was out of bounds as well
         So, we racked our brains

But, breathtaking lust does not make for brilliance of thought (too much blood in other regions, I fear)

The fourth floor stairwell is where we finally made our way
               So exposed twas ludicrous
And there began more serious play

Alas! We heard a door open, and thankfully had not yet begun in earnest, hastily arighted ourselves and fled away

laughing wildly
                a bit hysterically
                              relief at our escape from discovery making us giddy
                    Well, giddier

And left, still, aching for each other...