From Both Sides of the Lectern

Forbidden fruit, leaning forward, tight black sweater, amply endowed
Her mind hungers for my wisdom, lips licked with anticipation, teeth promising to bite

Black lipstick and nails, spidery tats, dangling piercings
So the Gothy antithesis of my French Vanilla world, my Stepford wife

Not so subtle hints our cravings align, thick black collar, leather skirt
Chains of all sizes hang from her slender neck, ivory wrists

Then there’s her tome, her thesis, “Submissive is the New Feminism” submitted to me, her advisor

Yes, there she is, half my age, the whole of my desire
If only I could bend her over my …


Girlish crush, never thought me capable, till now
So in such need of a slap of his English leather

To be tied in his bow ties, double knots, lots of duct tape
Help release him, straitjacketing degrees and correctness

Such a proper rogue, let him explore my sinful, secret places
Like Sodom's Gate, a place where the Mrs. denies entry

If he'll my entertain my "Dad issues", I'll be his naughty little girl
Paying proper attention, book balanced posture, count off the smacks

So it's settled, I'll corrupt the dear professor, turn the table
Teach him all the things that he can only learn from me