Come see if you had a “Good Teacher”
You were a good teacher.
You taught my skin to delight in your caress.
My fingers learned to search for yours.
I learned to listen for your whispers.
My sighs learned your name.
My desire learned to match your heat.
My pulse learned to quicken with your embrace.
You taught me to thirst for your touch.
I learned the loneliness of empty nights.
You taught my tears to fall in your absence.
You taught me how to say goodbye.
I learned of a broken heart.
© 2018 Penny Wilson