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The English Lesson
A whispered sigh,
A temperature rise...
The fall of her dress...
A feeling inside
The sound... of a breath, as he
suckles her breasts
From deep inside
She lets out... a cry
In rhythm they moan
A crescendo as if in song
hhhuuh, hhhuuh, hhhuuhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh....
So perhaps English is not...
your first language, but the first lesson went well
So tomorrow?
same place...
same time...
A temperature rise...
The fall of her dress...
A feeling inside
The sound... of a breath, as he
suckles her breasts
From deep inside
She lets out... a cry
In rhythm they moan
A crescendo as if in song
hhhuuh, hhhuuh, hhhuuhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh....
So perhaps English is not...
your first language, but the first lesson went well
So tomorrow?
same place...
same time...
Published 26th Oct 2018
Author's Note
A friend was in a play and her character wrote erotica so I penned this for her and the playwright.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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26th Oct 2018 1:48pm
that last stanza brings the piece into super sharp focus!
(someone once said to me "when the student is ready, the teacher arrive.)
(someone once said to me "when the student is ready, the teacher arrive.)
29th Oct 2018 00:41am
This was actually my first poem into writing not sure how I came up with it lol but as a songwriter I always try and create an image or stir a memory. Just goes to show I guess that when something hits you, you just start writing. Thanks for the feedback
27th Oct 2018 6:49am
29th Oct 2018 00:43am
Yes they are indeed one subject to always be on time and never late for class. Thanks for the feedback
29th Oct 2018 8:28am
29th Oct 2018 10:54am
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