Pencil
Into the classroom Smiles all around, 3rd row, 2nd position. She was sitting beside a blonde figure, no matter whom she accompanies, she is the Goddess`s daughter. I was sitting 1st row corner, just parallel to her. Very rarely I could catch her glimpse. I wonder I could be her... PENCIL. Her pencil that she might be using it as a small stick to tap on her fist full of drizzled sweating, if I would be her pencil she might have used me as her part time comb to adjust her flock of hair hanging loosely from the corner of her ears, if I would be her pencil, she would use me to press the petals of her lips while she`ll be filled with nostalgia. At times she`ll lick the pencil (me)when she`ll get deeper in her thoughts without having slightest notice of my existance in her beautiful hands. I could taste her lips, the beautiful rose-petals like, pinkish and soft, as if some new kind of flavor is there. Thanks to God to show such shef like talent by creating a new taste her lips, her