The moles on your hips

That's what I wish to count

I only have a glimpse of it

When you turn to write mathematical algorithms on the board 

My eyes lingers not just on your curvaceous elegance 

But traces the moles sprinkled here and there

So addictive are they

Not the subject you teach

Sometimes when you bend down to pick the chalk

I see a few more

Making me wonder 

How many more

Beneath the diaphanous layer

Boys drool over your luxuriant flesh 

But I find your moles amplifies your luxuriance 

Someday for sure

I will count your moles 

With my lips. 

©LR