Let Me Teach You
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Take my hand,
Reassure me…
Of need and desire.

Bold and daring enough,
I may be,
But this time…
Risk is not an option.

Your love you’ve proven…
So naturally…without effort,
Remove all doubt,
From hands hesitant…
Aching with need,
To touch and please.

A thousands times,
I’ve recited defined explanation…
Of needs pleading to be feed,
My lust is not…
For the softness of your breasts…
Against my face,
Or your wetness to wash my loins…
Later…I’ll take notice…
Of this gift.

Time is of essence,
To feel my heart,
Flow like water…
Blending with yours,
A molten mixture,
Of spiritual connection…
Forming forever.

Take my hand…
Let me teach you,
How love creates…
And purifies lust.

Let me teach you,
How love is capable,
Of bringing life to…
Passion stifled…
An unblemished,
And unselfish passion,
Burns within my chest.

Let me teach you…
This side of love…
Where your body will crave,
For showers of warm,
Gentle rains…
Falling from heavenly skies,
Slowly drifting above…
This sacred ground…

You and I have found.

Erin Woods