Mr. Teacher

                                                                                                                  

He said I unnerved him

My high school teacher                                                       

Yet, I was the one naïve to

the lessons this

educator truly

wanted to teach

 

Kissing me

He lowered me to

his unmade bed

Undressing me slowly

tasting me in places

I didn’t know could be so tender

 

Tender dewdrops of nectar bloomed

Between my thighs

Wanting to unfold for him

Like a full bloom rose

  

But the bud remain tightly closed

Abandoned tenderness

He tore into my sweetness

With his fever bliss throbbing

 

Searing pain

opened my hole.

Instantly, the flooded

warmth of wetness

coated us both.

 

Passion unlocked

Innocent no longer the rule

Legs grabbing waist

Rhythm rocking

Headboard knocking

 

Lesson taught

Desire learned

I graduated the next year valedictorian,

and Mr. Teacher’s sex slave.
By SaFire