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 to light your fire  
I would hear guidance from your fine lips alone  
This 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 with my touch
Let me quench your thirst ‘til you are drunk,
Passed out with pleasure  
Teach me to be Master of your ecstasy.