A teacher is a trade with requisites

So pure, and chaste, a taste for

Staid perfectionism in my 

Measured tones. Beyond reproach

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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

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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

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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

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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?

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But has this quick prehensile tongue

Beguiling in her education

Made an intimately moist 

Acquaintance with my lover's cock?

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Did primly pressed together thighs

E'er gape more cavernously in the

Secrecy of hungry nights

Till Cyclops grinds my bleachy bones?

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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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