Tutor

Inquisitive eyes peered sheepishly
from beneath butter-blonde bangs.
There was an awkward moment or two;
she didn't know how to begin.
My smile helped, I think.
I poured her some mu tea
and nudged the brown sugar toward her.
I could tell through her sweater
that her breasts were just coming into season.
I liked that.
I considered her silently,
slowly sipping my tea,
wondering how she would look
with those big blue eyes peering out from under my sheets
as she lay watching me undress an eager body;
wondering how those honey-nippled breasts
would rise to meet me;
wondering how her love would taste.
I picked up the heavy grammar book
and opened it to today's lesson.
"Shall we?"

- Barry Kapke, 1979
Berkeley, CA