- Erotic Poetry
- education in the arts
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he was witty, lean, wild hair,
glasses. i lingered, trying
to look enticing. he took
my bait and made a date to
help me with my class project.
at his house, he took my coat,
my head turned to lure his kiss -
he unzipped my simple dress,
then fucked me like a ragdoll -
head banging on his carpet.
his rough use unlocked riches.
i craved more of this vision,
the next week, i sucked him off.
he knew then i wasn’t scared -
i needed a bold lover.
art and sex in succession –
he taught me about shading,
shape, composition, passion.
i mastered both perspective
and deep throat fellatio.
we didn’t conceal our affair
unless he had other girls
to screw. red wine and good pot,
sketching as lovers in the nude –
indulgence was our best art.
with him, life was invention.
i wasn’t just a fuck toy -
we were artists, hedonists,
at times, i was his woman –
all lessons not forgotten.
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