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Too close too tight
Crammed together, no space to flee,
Your thigh so warm, pressed into me.
A tiny bench, a crowded class,
Yet all I feel is you—so close, so fast.
A white shirt loose, a tie untamed,
A skirt so short, it plays a game.
A careless shift, a brush, a tease,
Stirring fire with such ease.
No room to move, no space to hide,
My pulse is racing, hands clenched tight.
The scent of you, the heat so near,
My self-control just disappears.
You lean in close, lips near my ear,
A playful whisper, low and clear.
"Nowhere to move," you slyly say,
Your thigh on mine, refusing to stray.
Trapped in longing, trapped in lust,
This aching need, this burning trust.
A crowded room, yet just us two,
And the way my body responds to you.
Your thigh so warm, pressed into me.
A tiny bench, a crowded class,
Yet all I feel is you—so close, so fast.
A white shirt loose, a tie untamed,
A skirt so short, it plays a game.
A careless shift, a brush, a tease,
Stirring fire with such ease.
No room to move, no space to hide,
My pulse is racing, hands clenched tight.
The scent of you, the heat so near,
My self-control just disappears.
You lean in close, lips near my ear,
A playful whisper, low and clear.
"Nowhere to move," you slyly say,
Your thigh on mine, refusing to stray.
Trapped in longing, trapped in lust,
This aching need, this burning trust.
A crowded room, yet just us two,
And the way my body responds to you.
Published 1st Feb 2025
Author's Note
In a cramped classroom, where students are forced to squeeze onto narrow benches, a young man finds himself sitting closer than ever to a girl who has always intrigued him. She wears a crisp white shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top, her loosened tie resting carelessly between the fabric. Her short skirt barely reaches mid-thigh, revealing smooth, tempting skin that brushes against his with every slight movement. The limited space turns every accidental touch into something electric, and as the lesson drags on, the tension between them builds unbearably. She seems aware of his struggle, leaning in just enough to whisper teasingly, knowing full well the effect she’s having on him. This poem captures the raw, sensual tension of their unspoken attraction
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