The Nurturing

the slumber party
    started at eight thirty-five
you wanted me there

all were good-looking
    and had past experience
all except for me

that didn't matter
    to your sexual peer group
wanted to teach me

new experience
    your friends made me safe and warm
wanted to help me

none should be alone
    you said to me on Christmas
you picked up the phone

then you slept with me
    and said I was good at sex
How did I learn it?

I watched lots of porn
    and mimicked their behaviors
wow you're good you said

we're equal you said
    don't fret about anything
on me place your leg

I suck on your toes
Like a baby sucks moms feet
With the nurturing

Rebecca joined us
    in our hot and saucy bed
after you gave head

and after I came
    when we were lying beside
one another's boards

she said looks like fun
    when she was all vast smiles
all laughed together

a sexual being
    when I thought incompetent
I am after all

thanks for showing me
    another facet of life
sexuality

never thought I could
    but you made it possible
easy to get wood

you picked me that night
    looked past disability
to find a lewd being

it was amazing
    from your words you thought the same
in my memory

the day I left town
    I gave you something to keep
and you had a listen

that day at your job
    you listened before you left
said it made you cry

you helped me that night
    and I gave you something too
we both grew as souls

keep it on your fridge
    the gift I handed to you
look when you are down

keep it in my mind
    the gift you had shared with me
remember when sad.
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Another poem about Christmas .... and feet and nurturing. 'Tis the season!