With the weight or pressure
of having to comprehend
and or remember,
the exact reason why
she wanted all of my attention.
She leaned in with a heavy kiss.
Her hair tied tightly,
the largest black rimmed glasses
she proceeded to ask some questions,
almost as if,
she wanted me to perform
some scholarly decathlon.
Being educated was the turn on,
she needed to know exactly why
I thought or think I knew
her mind was full of challenges.
For starters, we played around with
teasing and playing with
the words of the ancients.
She insisted,
I go into deeper detail
about Plato and his cave.
The chained and unseen,
kept prisoner,
simply because they lacked
enlightenment.
She turned to that word
paused and waited for me to catch up.
She undid the clasp
and her beautiful curls fell,
I reached to touch
she stopped my hand.
She asked,
stare into the future,
and tell me who
was going to bring about the biggest change?
And I tried
to shift and hold a mirror,
reflecting the question back to her.
She wasn’t buying it.
She asked,
who will bring about the biggest change?
perhaps thinking was taking too long
You don’t owe me an answer, she says.
I’ll answer,
only on one condition.
I get to whisper
in the cup of your ear.
She never saw it coming
the words sorta melted her mood.
I transitioned her theoretical evening
into the push and pull of foreplay.
She tried to pull herself away,
yet, she kept flopping back.
She so tried
to get back to that studious side,
it was no use really
she fell helpless into my arms.
We lay there for hours
one taking a turn after the other.
Nonsense philosophy really,
we both agreed,
the future was going to change regardless.
Still, to lay there with her sugary kisses
dangerously close
was profound.
What started out as some sort of lesson
turned into this amazing
‘session.’
Where she slowed the meanings in words
punctuating with sharp fingernails
the undulations and meanings.
By the end of her sentences,
I was wrecked.
She turned and removed her glasses.
She was losing her studious edge,
the wanting was a building ache.
She was winning.
I wanted the teacher to…
My Siamese twin,
she immediately understood.
The girl had scored the final victory,
just as she undid her blouse
with nothing underneath.
She had me wait and ask
like she were the teacher again.
It went a little sideways
something about detention
not paying close enough attention
and now the price
needed to be paid back
with gripping smacks
she knelt
and gave of her bottom
enough said.
