She held me steady, and guided me
while steeped in the rhythms of the night
I was tutored in the ways of love
laying bare within her sight
“Come hither and turn for me,” She whispered
as if all the world might hear
and being bathed in moonlight, I smiled
while she caressed and held me near
The world was about to be
much different in my eyes
as this gentle woman of the world
would dispel all my boyhood lies
She knew when to rest
as our fury pulled us to the edge
telling me stories of Casanova
‘till I felt ‘twas I standing on the windows edge
My mind swam in our pa**ion
as she gave me this gift of life
these joys of love that flowed so freely
that I might later share them with a wife
I was but a boy with her that night
who walked so tall and straight
the memories of her loving touch
are secrets shared, not even with my mate
But there are those times late at night
when pa**ions root grows forth as a mighty tree
I smile, when I hear my wife whisper
“Come hither, and turn for me!”