Oft I think of
that older woman,
she taught me so many
wonderful things,
all kinds of acts.
Like how to rock a world,
curl toes & coat the walls,
scramble eggs,
fill a lady up
with tender love.

Well, they're more acts
than those I listed above,
but you do catch my drift.

And the more
I think about her,
the more I realize,
she
was a skilled-pro,
me
a naive innocent,
a willing partner
who didn't know ****
with eyes wide open.