I have a guilty secret
That plays across my dreams
I wish that I could tell someone
But I can't about the one whose name begins with a 'T'.

It's about forbidden love
With a dash of admiration
A pinch of an inter-generational relationship
And a spoon of frusteration.

Every english class
My heart is light
As he gives me a test back
And flashes me a smile.

I make excuses everyday
To stay back every lesson
My friends are getting suspicious
Even King Lear isn't that ambiguous.

Every scrap of paper he gives me
I save and treasure.
Every good mark he gives me
I thank the heavens for my femininity.

I will concur, I do admit that I
Shamelessly flirt, goad and bait him
Tempt him, tease him, I lead him astray
Into my dangerous lair.

I don't even want to know how old he is
I imagine it's a good forty years
Older than myself.
Vladamir Nabokv, you've led me astray.

Pity, I'm too old
To be a nymphet like Lolita, but I'm too young for him.
My innocence is jeapordised, and
Actually I'm in love with somebody else.

So why is that he tempts me so?
Why do I catch him staring at me?
That my breath quickens when I enter the room and
He gives me marks that I can hardly deserve?

You know, maybe someday
I'll get to the truth of the matter
And he'll learn to spell my last name right
He'll be mine for just one night.