Flickering lamp

As the minutes wave into hours, they sit in pregnant silence watching the lamp flickering.

Seeking an avenue for conversation beyond research, yet wary of the response.

As the seductive intellect glows in his mahogany eyes
She responds coquettishly, deceptively passive.
Cheeks aflame in desire, with droplets gliding down her craned neck.

Wretched in agony with her innocence pounding, 
She yearns for his anxious lips.
He deliberates but the sensual promise of her pouting lips shatters his trace of defense

  Swaying closer to his willing recipient, stroking the sweaty strands from her forehead.
He lowers his lips to hers, confessing to the undercurrents.

By the flickering lamp, the teacher takes his student to a world of enveloping discovery.