Clock rings.
Oooh God it's 4am.
I'm sleepy but I have to wake up.
(I'm working on some project and it needs some good time to work on.)
Throwing my blanket as I dash out of my bed and head to the bathroom.
Trying to plan for my day, I've got a series of lectures the whole day.
Feeling frustrated but I trust myself, I got to support my project in a better way.
Yeah, I will you should trust me too!
Times flies when you got lots of work ahead of you. Can you imagine it's already 7am.
Bread and black tea. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
I'll just take it further more mummy said I'm a student.
If you are born and raised by an African woman you call your mother, definitely, you have an idea what I'm trying to say.
I'm in a psychology class.
I'm not saying I can read your minds, NO. I only got a subtle mind.
"Hey, good morning! Would you mind if I go through your project" some young girl besides me says.
"Definitely, I won't " I giggle.
She's going through my sweat, I'm taking in every detail about her.
I know she loves my work.
My conscience is telling me so. It never lies to me.
I take another glimpse, I love her outfit. A denim jacket, African prints top that fits just right and simple elegant large earrings that gives life to her ebony raised cheeks.
I am already intoxicated by her aphrodisiac of a perfume that she wears with charm, everything just feels right about her presence besides me. I relax, she can take all the time with my papers. It was worthwhile after all.
I resist an urge to whisper in her ears "I! love! You! "
All this sadly takes place in my think tank..
I'm happy, there is so much blood in my head, I'm top heavy.
She walks over to hand over my work back to me.
She moves closer, more sweet perfume mixed with her lustful smell of subtle youthful hormones escape her body and freely find home in my nostrils.
She must have noticed my absentmindedness as she fringes a bit on approach but quickly dismisses it as though nothing had happened.
I love her.
She's all I need I tell myself.
She gives me the "thank you" smile and walks away. Her dome of influence leaves with as, as suddenly I realize the whole room was staring at my lustful drool clearly tattooed on my now foolish face. I even had my mouth agape! What a fool.
"I love your work, would you mind coming over to guide me through " she had asked, or had I imagined? I am not certain but definitely there's only one way to find out.....
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Life is good when it's full of smiles.
I bet have started my day in a better way.
I'm in a buoyant mood☺☺☺.
Can't wait for the lecture to end!!!
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Jocelyn Bright
RomanceJocelyn known by her friends as Joey is a college student. She has a friend called ebby who she describes as her confidant. She falls in love with her college mate whom she assisted in her project. Lets get to see how far the love goes. Abit of dra...
