Lizbeth wants
more to love
than the once
a day glimpse
or quick meet
on the field
with her love
Benedict
during their
lunch recess
with hardly
time to talk
or to kiss
while prefect's
not watching
she wants to
be able
to make love
(at least try
what she'd read
in that book
the big girl
had shown her
and loaned her)
she wants now
to feel him
enter her
(as the book
had described)
to be one
in body
and in heart
to sense his
lips on hers
and other
sensitive
secret parts
to feel him
kiss her bits
inner thighs
lids of eyes
her small tits
but in class
during maths
bored to tears
she thinks on
Benedict
whose warm lips
had met hers
in the gym
secretly
during lunch
he shyly
not tonguing
just kissing
holding her
close to him
she sensing
his kisses
wanted more
making love
on the floor
but the bell
rang its chime
no more time
just the caught
memory
of what they
did and not
leaving her
bored and hot.