haha, the creativity keeps flowing

you come into class
with a pen in your hair
and daintily sit down
in the neighboring chair

i watch from close by
as you copy the board
my eyes flame with passion
but are swiftly ignored

you never glance up
to look at my face
or picture me now
in a loving embrace

i wish i could tell you
how much i do care
never into my eyes
do your loving ones stare

and since you will never
acknowledge our sin
i've made up your bed
in my lovely dungeon

my love for you
is like a blistering storm
tell me, does this rag
smell like chloroform?