She poses shyly
Naked, brazen, pensive,
smooth and clean and flush,
presenting breasts lush and full and proud
serving savory nipples, wide-eyed
guileless roses on artless pink saucers
She could be ready to curtsy,
the way her hands are clasped
loosely before her, do I spy
the bare cleft peekaboo pussy
beckoning through maid-in-training fingers?
Yes, her body teases but her mind awaits.
Her body is Sex but her thoughts say
teach me. Her thoughts say, teach me
what I know but can’t make happen.
Her rapacious body cries, I need
I need. Her psyche says, and so do I.
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