It was English Class, with Miss. Cromwell, and she was lecturing on how to write poetry. But Zack couldn't focus. For two reasons, first he had his brains sucked out last night by his boyfriend/lover, and secondly said person was sitting across the from him.

English is the only class he had with Cody anymore. And with him sitting beside him, Zack just couldn't think.

"So Class I want you to write about something you just can't keep off your mind." Miss Cromwell boomed.

That snapped Zack back to reality somewhat, so Zack pick up a pencil thinking what the hell and began writing.

Writing and writing, just letting it out there. Zack so into it he didn't notice the teacher standing beside him.

" My, my Mr. Martin I have never seen you write so passionately in my class before. Do you want to read it to the class."

Zack looked up at the teacher as if she was nuts, " No I think I'm good."

This hard look set in on Miss Cromwell face, " Read it Zack."

Pulling the paper closer to his chest, Zack spoke almost to fast to be heard, " Idon'tthinkso."

Her hand hang in front of his face, " Give me the poem, or I give you three months of detention.

Zack shook his head rapidly, freezing when Cody whisper in harsh tone, " Just give it to her!"

Zack hung his head and placed the paper to, his nosy teacher's mitt, regretting as her fingers curled around it.

She looked down at it and began to read. She didn't just say the poem, she recited it, she fucking sang it. The whole class stopped what they were doing to listen.

"You left me."

The stereotypical, obnoxious jock mooed it the back " EMOOOO"

Miss Cromwell shoot him a pointed glare, before continuing the poem

"Yet you still stay with me.

I can still feel how you fit around

Underneath me." Cromwell's voice wavered.

"Rocking

On top of me

Rocking

Against me

Rocking

Rocking, rocking rocking rocking"

Her voice, cracking with the sexual tension, and need.

"needing that friction.

Needing more

So we did more."

Again the jock in the back whoop, " Hot damn!" All eyes turned on him, glared.

"I can still feel how my hand felt full of you.

How you moved with my hand.

What sounds you made."

Miss Cromwell ran a clammy hand over her skirt.

"Fuck, I can still feel you there.

Your lips there

Your mouth there

your tongue there

JEUS CHISRT That tongue.

Everything gets hard,

no not hard

it's just gone.

All I can feel is that.

That intensity

God,that heat !"

Miss Cromwell fidgets, her breathing became iregluar.

"And when it's over.

And your on me again.

And we are just laying there,

Spent."

A small smile tugging that the corners of her mouth.

"I can still feel your back moving,

breathing under my hands

Your chest moving into my chest.

I can still feel you breathe on my neck

smile on my neck

Laugh on my neck."

A forgotten hand curls around the back of her neck.

"I can still feel you in my bed.

But now your gone.

Out of my bed.

And into yours.

And I can't feel you next to me."

All of the students were looking at Zack, Cody just did it to fit in, to hide suspension.

Some of them had a disgusted look on their face, unable to believe he had the gale to write that. Some had them were in awe, unable to believe he had the gale to write that.

Everything about Zack was hunched forward, chin to chest, shoulders slouched, and hair in eyes. The toes of his feet were the only part of him to touch the ground, as his legs were curled up. His hand in his lapping writhing in tight fists. Zack's skin burning from the looks he was getting. Blushing in embarrassment, and arousal, followed by more embarrassment.

Miss Cromwell was nearly panting, " OK can anyone tell what kinda of poem this is?"

The jock in the back piped up, " PORN."