Ramblings 4

and will you teach me just what makes you happy, what fills your being with the warmth of us, it is what Hawk thought as he spotted you 'her nipples proud, with pointed knees' and will you teach me things already known to me, to you, but things we need to share? I see myself, my head on you, held by your hands, and looking at the stars to thank them for blinking at the time that it was needed. But, you the teacher, will of course be in command, although it is not unheard of that a student might assume that class is only formal very briefly. Perhaps all teaching must be loving.