Oh teacher

Because sex isn't always love and love isn't always beautiful

I filled You with my seed

You a drawer without paper

Me a pond without tortoises

Our long days of searching

Never finding conclusion. 

 

I ran down Your streets

With your absolution on my brow

As the prostitutes beckoned

Oh Sir oh Sir

Can You fill one such as I?

You laughed at them, passions false prophets

You called them by name

Mythical beings selling mystical love

Passion without fulfilment but rich in promise.

 

I was your gypsy, your liniment

The one everyone knew

Your comforting aggravation

Your beggar Your fool

You were kind even though 

You hated the flower i brought You

 

Are my lessons done?

Are my lessons done?

 

We always have another one

 

I fill You with my seed

My next lesson has just begun

 

Author's Note

Maybe a work in progress, written after reading the lyrics to a Leonard Cohen song. Any comments, as always, are welcome my friends.

Reviews

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Leonard Cohen is one of my favourites, good work here.
Sex is as beautiful as it is ugly. All depends on the players and circumstances...

[daninstockholm]

So true! this one obviously wasn't about pretty love,, thank you for your kindness!!

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Nope, it was not pretty. :)
You're welcome.

[daninstockholm]

no,, but in this instance i kinda liked it like that,, haha sometimes pretty isn't invited to the ball.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Lol. :)
That's true. It's not that kind of fairy tale I guess. :)