Student of Desire

Would you play the teacher  
That I might be your student?  
I kneel before you pleading  
Entreating  
Guide me in the secrets  
Of your pleasure  
I’ll be the apprentice  
Learning every touch  
That lights your fire  
Know I seek my schooling  
From your fine and gentle lips alone  
It would be my choice vocation  
To fly you to the heights of rapture  
only ever lived before in your dreams  
Teach me intricacies  
Of your every fantasy  
School me in the art  
Of intoxicating you  
Until you’re drunk  
Passed out with ecstasy  
Until I am a master  
In making love  
To you.