Teach Me

from the corner she dreams of him
sits in class and pretends
that it's the lesson of the day
that has her so hypnotized
but it's his body in her mind's eye
the heat he brings in the cold of night
slipping in dark and quiet
pushing all coverings aside
with one swift motion
hand on a smooth silky mound
of freshly shaved flesh
scent of apricots and musk
hanging like morning dew on a leaf

barely ripened
tabula rasa
anxious bursting bloom
she closes her eyes to fantasize
sees her full fruit
being cupped like a peach
in his muscular palm
thick fingers pushing open
tight leaves
surrounding the
artichoke's heart

gently he opens until
he reaches the seed
he raises his sickle
to clip the cherry stem
slice open the flesh
expose the pulp
insert the spigot
and drain the sweet juice

mixing with his aged wine
her cup of ambrosia
he presses to his lips
and sups as he brings
her to forbidden ecstasy
again and again

she sings in her mind
as she tries to conceal
the pounding between her thighs
her eyes wrapping him in imagined
open arms and legs
while calling out -
Teach me.