It's been five years since it first happened, and I still loath it--I hate it when teachers talk about sex, at all, in class. I was so flustered this morning that I even wrote a poem about it so that I could avoid making any sorts of eye-contact.
Pre-February romance
No estoy listo--not yet.
With arms as sledgehammers
I push it aside.
"Get this the fuck outta my face!
I don't wanna view this shit!"
I can only assume it will end with an awkward:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!
But that will come in later drafts, so I won't worry about it.
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