A Last Lesson

The last day
He has one final lesson to teach
Only he and I remain
My heart hammers in my chest
I’m not afraid of seeming incompetent
I am afraid of looking stupid
An inexperienced child
He alone knows my secrets
He alone knows what I want and need

He watches me, grey-blue eyes probing
He stands and approaches
His lean figure hints at strength
And power waiting to be freed
He touches my face, surprised
He thought his skin was soft
Before he felt mine

He bends down
His lips meet mine in my first kiss
His eyes search mine
With every blink threatening
To open floodgates and loose untold passions
He knows I need more
He undresses us
I do not consent
I do not stop him

His eyes seek to reassure me
Promising fire and fury
In the moment
Promising gentle warmth
In the afterglow
Another kiss steals all thought, all doubt
My fingers run through his dark waves and curls
Beginning to show signs of wisdom
He begins

He lays me down
Trailing kisses down my body
He takes time to show me
Erotic places I had doubted
Could arouse me
His every touch sends a wave of fire
Through my body
I am ecstatic and aglow

He does not ask me to tell him
Everything I want
Everything I need
He knows that I cannot say these things
If I said them, that would defile me
This act does not
He already knows what to do

He tests me; I am ready
Slowly he pierces me
He pushes past the barrier
He does not wait
He knows what I secretly desire
He takes me now
Using me for our mutual pleasure
Teaching me one last lesson

This is what I’ve always wanted
A man sees what to do
Without my having to say the words
I only wrote them down
He reads them
He knows I meant them for him
He takes them to heart