The Ring

He stands there in front of the white board writing and gesturing in a way that makes his hot butt move.

I can't stop looking at it. His voice makes me tremble. I can't understand what he says, I just see his delicious lips moving. His velvety voice is my favourite sound. Every time he takes the marker to write something- I see it. The golden ring. The biggest golden ring ever. His heavy golden ring telling me: 

I AM MARRIED.

And I sigh and I look at him and wish his wife would leave him. Or be abducted. Or die. His shiny golden ring hangs on his pretty finger, when he comes to correct my homework. I can feel it's weight. He leans on my table and smiles. His eyes are like a sweet invitation. His glances tell me:  Don't give up. You'll get it right.

I hate his ring as much as I love him.