Good Teacher

You were a good teacher.

You taught my skin to delight in your caress.

My fingers learned to search for yours.

I learned to listen for your whispers.

My sighs learned your name.  

My desire learned to match your heat.

My pulse learned to quicken with your embrace.

You taught me to thirst for your touch.

I learned the loneliness of empty nights.

You taught my tears to fall in your absence.

You taught me how to say goodbye.

I learned of a broken heart.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. My poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal and Spill Words Press. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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21 Responses to Good Teacher

  1. allysoally says:

    This is exquisite, I don’t know how I missed it.


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  3. -Eugenia says:

    The beginning and the end. Excellent poem.


  4. Oh, what a sad poem, Penny.


  5. The clincher ending makes this one powerful poem.


  6. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come see if you had a “Good Teacher”


  7. WaltPage says:

    A very poignant and beautiful piece Penny 😊💛


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