Warm feelings for my Professor

A hapless student secretly finds himself overwhelmed with lust and desire for his beautiful female professor and friend.

My favored friend and lovely professor,

is it so wrong to love and admire

you with so doubtful a fiery splendor

that heeds no morals,--just wanton desire?

Your supple form is my Achilles' heel;

your lips--what lips those are!--I dare to kiss!

Your cheeks which blush with life and tint reveal

a sound and healthy soul who gives me bliss.

Woe am I! my conundrum--unbridled lust

for you that vexes me when we are near:

I must sweep under the ground and the dust

my feelings for you,--'tis urgently clear!

     If, my friend, I were not your young student;--

     would my warmth for you be so imprudent?