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
This is exquisite, I don’t know how I missed it.
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Thank you so very much! I’m glad you liked it!
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My pleasure! 🙂
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The beginning and the end. Excellent poem.
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Thank you!
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Oh, what a sad poem, Penny.
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Thanks for looking in on me Robbie.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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The clincher ending makes this one powerful poem.
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Thank you Audrey!
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Excellent
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come see if you had a “Good Teacher”
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Thank you so very much for the reblog! ❤ ❤
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you, thank you!!
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A very poignant and beautiful piece Penny 😊💛
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Thank you kind sir! ❤ 🙂
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It was my pleasure ☺❤
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