My pedagogue

She wore a shirt with "Desert Vibes" splashed across the front and nothing else.

Nipples straining against the fabric.

Her attempt at getting his attention.

But the shirt.

The nipples.

They didn't matter

She could have been wearing a trash bag .

He still would have been captivated.

Those almond shaped eyes.

And the way her lips curved up at the ends.

He is already smitten.

And the words are already painted on his lips.

Before he has even kissed hers.

But he can't say them out loud.

Because if he does.

He'll never be able to live without her.