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!”