A teacher is a trade with requisites
So pure, and chaste, a taste for
Staid perfectionism in my
Measured tones. Beyond reproach
Are eyes that shine with kindness, skin that
Glows and gently comforts with a
Caring touch and honest words
That never give away too much
This digit, here, who taps the board
Can you not see her honeyed tip
And know the places she has been?
Her guilty finger points at me
And on this palm, so scrubbed, so pale
Has there not lain a pulsing shaft
A piercing liar? Hold it up!
Deflect the shame, protect the lie
Between these lips, so rouged, so false
Did I imbibe a drink so sweet
It rots my heart and cleaves corruption
To my shaking shallow breath?
But has this quick prehensile tongue
Beguiling in her education
Made an intimately moist
Acquaintance with my lover's cock?
Did primly pressed together thighs
E'er gape more cavernously in the
Secrecy of hungry nights
Till Cyclops grinds my bleachy bones?
Fuck this filthy fetid flesh
That freeze-frames death and soils my soul
Cheats, contorts, controls and sneers
As all my best intentions flee
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