the Student

Ive seen pleasure in many ways
I know the art and I play the games
rope, whips, candles, lights
then being left to empty sheets
at night

But I am still a student
still a novice at love
I cannot separate emotion
or tell you the difference of lust
and I forget the lessons, the music
and I lose myself, forget the need
the hunger trapped inside of me-

will you be my teacher tonight?

I take men, but feel nothing
I feel their touch, I absorb
I have release, and it's something
but it's never enough
and I let them be consumed
taken over by their lust
but I forget my own heart
the melodies..
the passion of love

perhaps I've just never
felt it before?

I am still a student
still young and naive
untested, unproven
broken and unfeeling
I've lost a part of me

will you teach me what's right?