A Student's Confession and Appeal To His Professor

My beloved friend and esteemed professor, is it so wrong to worship and admire you with so warm and glowing a splendor, which is unbounded with heartfelt desire? Your silhouette is my Achilles's heel, and your lips (what lips those are!) dare I kiss? Your soft skin glows with a warmth that reveals to me a sensuality that I miss; I am undone! For you are my dilemma. My need for you is embarrassingly clear! Must I extinguish this overwhelming fire which I have for you? For you are most dear. Were I not just a student or your friend, could we be more before this sonnet's end?