Instruct me.

Teach me to love you,
In the ways that you want.

Whisper the words,
Of which you want me to speak.

Guide my hands,
To where you'd like their prints.

Focus my eyes,
On where to undress you.

Cover me in clay,
Mold me to your perfection.

The art of loving you.

I'll graduate with honours,
Straight A's in every lesson.



-Tré