For all those naughty little desires we hold deep in our souls….especially from the viewpoint of women in darkness…
Tempered I stand…arms perfectly crossed. As who would dare disturb me while I “play the game”.
Here in this classroom I will sit, behind the “geek” and afront “the jock”… these mere titles nauseate every part of me as I think to whom gave these labels. My irritation is more when they succumb to such things. However, would I not seize the moment as any decent girl should?
How I would love..to violate these norms. This “jock” who loves himself deeply behind me as Narcissus once did…and spreads this self-love onto others who become intoxicated with his belived good looks. But I know he looks at me…at least must stare down my jet black hair everyday, and possibly wonder…maybe, “what am I like?” I’m not one to tempt, but flashing him a leg now and again would send reprehensive chills up his spine. Possibly shooting him an inviting glance, to tease the curious man with an unsolved equation…how would I factor in? For him, I have become the “forbidden fruit”..he could indeed run his hand up my fishnetted thighs…smear my make-up in a dark, sensual heat..but lose his argyle crowd for life. “Would you poison yourself with me?”
And the “nerd” who sits in front, how I simply love to taunt his learned helplessness. Occasionally, I whisper things into his ear…ensuring that my perfume drifts to his senses, and my soft lips “accidently” caress his ears as I speak…
“What math problem are we on?”
I say with sweet delight. Or perhaps in stretching my leg, the heel of my boots might rub his hip..more than once. That’s good my “A” student, start to shake…have I caused such a stir?
My “title” brings me nothing more than just a mere illusion to what people may already think. “Goth girl” everyone says…but more than that. Shouldn’t I be near the bottom of the supposed list? Then how can I control so many others?
I’m dangerous to those who forget me, and endangered by those who do not.