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I collected your exam paper but you collected my heart…

I was the learned looking creepy ‘creeping invigilator’ dressed like a Geography teacher

you were the model student (or should that be student model?) with a natural beauty rarely seen outside of the pages of an Oi Polloi lookbook



I first caught your eye when you happened to drop your pen as I was walking by (exam nerves no doubt)

I hope that I gave you a lesson in Aesthetics as I bent to retrieve it



it was then that my gaze alighted on your trainers - you were a Flyknit-clad vision of radiance in a sea of Roshes

at first I was blinded by your dayglo footwear - but afterwards I remained dazzled by you




when I collected your paper at the end (did you notice me tremble as I leant across the desk?) - I felt that something more than just those paper pages passed between us

the only thing I was able to give you on this occasion was a shy smile - but if you'd like to get your head down for some more serious study then I'll willingly play the part of the ‘favourite Philosophy teacher’ to give you some personalised tutelage in the art of Greek love