Obsessed

I'm not a good man. It turns out I'm an even worse professor.
I have sinful thoughts about one of my students. Every night. I picture her in my bed. In my shower. Underneath me. Right up against the chalkboard. I'm especially fond of that one.
In my defense, I know her thoughts are as sinful as mine. She's begging me with her beautiful blue eyes. Sh''s daring me to cross the line.
No, I'm not a good man. And I'm done pretending to be. I know exactly what I'm going to do to her as soon as she walks into my office hours…