Into, this relationship.
I came unskilled.
Except you taught me so very much.

In areas that I needed to learn.
You taught me.
And I'm not afraid to admit it.
I came unskilled.

My lips were as innocent.
Than a new born puppy.
Who soon were nurtured by its mother?
Except, in this case.
You were my lover.

Your patience.
Your training.
Your ways taught me.
I came unskilled.

The little that I did know.
You took and molded it some more.

These lips upon my very face.
Learn things.
I'm afraid to even say.

You were my technician.
And my mechanic too.
This skilled lover, now.
Owe so much to you.

Once, where I needed training.
At this point.
I need no explaining.