Cracking the Books

An all-nighter during finals week
Bleary eyed from reading facts
A bit too much Sigmund Freud
His theories a little hard to grasp

Then she walks by in her tight jeans
Flashes a sideways, crooked smile
Destroys my efforts to even turn a page
My attempts to focus now a farce

I imagine her in my disheveled bed
Fully nude and far from coy
Willing to open up her arms
And welcome the scholar I've become

I brush up on her required facts
Fuck her until the finals dawn
A lesson in female form
A subject of high import

I shake off these errant thoughts
Nose back into the text
I will be rigorously prepared
But wishing I was oversexed