Teachers

It's not so bad as can be described
As an obsession,
Yet it's enough to be joked about,
Mocked because of,
Laughed at due to...
I have a confession to make,
Shouldn't really come as much of a surprise.

I have a serious thing for teachers.

In fact, if I was to sign up for a dating site,
Under 'my type' I'd put teachers ONLY.
There's something about the authority,
The control,
The power...

But only the women.

The male teachers, I wouldn't mind one,
Just to say I had,
But the females? I've fantasised about most.
The middle aged, the young,
Blondes, brunettes, red heads,
Skinny as hell, or with a bit of 'meat on their bones'

As long as they have that power over me.

The first was a brunette,
I was 15, struggling with who I was;
But when she walked into the room
And started bawling me out for the things I did not do,
(Usually homework)
I knew who I was, what I was,
And more importantly that I wanted to be chasing her,
For nothing more than thrills...
Watching her body leave me in bed,
Being so good she'd come straight back.
She was a biology teacher;
And how I still wish I'd learnt more human biology from her
6 years later.

Now, odds are, if a female has taught me,
Odds are, I fantasised about her,
But like most sports, I have my 'big three'
So, onto the second:

She was young,
Ditzy, hilarious, and she gave me the time of day,
When I thought I wasn't even worth a second,
And she wore boots.
Knee high boots.
I wanted to unzip them with my teeth,
Or leave them on, so the heel could dig into my back as I...
I digress, it's irrelevant.
She was super straight, so while I still talk to her,
Still flirt at her unsuccessfully,
(As so much of my flirting is nowadays)
There's still something she holds over me.
Kinda like magic.
Smoking hot magic.

The third in my big three.
Could have ruined me for all teachers.
Oh. My. God.
The body, the laugh, the things she could do with
Her fingers and ton-
I'm digressing again.
Needless to say, that she was the one that didn't get away...
At least not at first.
Couldn't resist my charms
I'm not sure anyone could after that much alcohol.
But then, she did get away,
But nearly a year later,
I'm eager to repeat the experience
Without the the mistakes,
With a different one.

I started a new class today...
Target acquired, challenge accepted,
Because man, do I still have a thing for teachers.