I want you to be my pedagogue
when it comes to making love to you.
Show me the touch
that brings to you
orgasms in the night.
Show me
the degree of dedication
it’s going to take
Tell me those inner secrets
with slight hints
that I listen for.
Test me
with the moan of your voice
when sweet spots
have been over ran
by my warmth.
I want to make you want me
like a pancake wants to be soaked
by syrup.
Like a desert dry and dusty
needs the rain to bloom.
Like a burgeoning flower
needs the sun.
That is what I want to be for you
Take my hand and my heart
and show me how.





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