Asian Teacher

What do you think?

The rustle of silk lingers… his eyes held mine a breath too long. Class dismissed.

His sandalwood lingered; eye contact just…held. Did he know he could make me forget syntax?

His lingering sandalwood cologne and that unsettling eye contact...did anyone else feel that?

His sandalwood incense clung; eyes met, locked, lingered—knowledge a dangerous game we're both ready to play.

His eyes followed as I left, the library's scent clinging. What was that unspoken promise?

The scent of sandalwood and his lingering gaze... I'm undone. Class dismissed, desires awakened.

His sandalwood cologne lingers; did our eyes meet a beat too long, or is it just my imagination?

His sandalwood cologne still clings to my thoughts; did our eyes meet a fraction too long?

His sandalwood cologne lingers; that locked gaze unlocked something deeper. Submission's sweeter than scholarship.

The professor's eyes held mine a moment too long; his sandalwood cologne still clings to my thoughts.