As I work in this pale pasty environment
My mind wonders
Fantasising about this
Professional
Qualified
Caucasian man
My dark brown eyes absorb his
Dark brown hair and light coloured eyes
Tall
Slim built
Covered in milk chocolate
Smartly dressed
Not knowing how to feel inside and outside
Knowing he is out of reach,
Drawn by his personality
Yearning to cross professional boundaries
As I progress in my training
Contributing dynamically to the health and wellbeing of society
I sigh as I care for these patients
Counting the days going by
Knowing fantasy can never become alive
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