Your touch is a flock of feathers

They tickle me all over

Your hands blossom into reception

To find my love overcome

Your tongue reverts to acquired sensation

It tastes better diluted

Firstly foremostly I’m only half-impressed

Not like the smile on my face may suggest

You secrete drool like a retard

You give head like a high school freshman

I give you credit for your effort

But credit is less than an A

Your eyes brink on the verge of discovery

They look of bitter compromise

Your hair flows in a non-existent breeze

To spin a weave of long forgotten complexity

Your lips invite kisses of legends foretold

The tale contends to debate

Firstly foremostly I’m only half-undressed

You secrete sweat like a polar bear in summer

You give hand jobs like you have an arthritic condition

I give you an incomplete for your effort

But don’t look at me that way

Even I don’t give myself an A

If practice makes perfect call yourself half-practiced

And I’ll call myself full picky

Your smile gives me hope in a flurry of flickering flashbulbs

They signal ideas learned from high scholar schooling

To better perform on your knees

Your sighs dial a tempo to which we can beat

They shiver me tingling

Firstly foremostly I’m half in a hurry

You secrete worry like a bell with no jingle

You assert yourself like my wife before she got pregnant

I applaud your newly found mastery

But not to conclude that you’ve passed

Now get back

Get back

To class