I cannot remember her face
She was my biology teacher at eighteen
With the tense wait of seduction
In her limbs, the feast on youth
Through golden binoculars
I used to sit, looking at the
Golden chain near her blonde hair
And everything around her
Used to burst into song
At the end of an avenue
Was her smile, I know she was kindness…
http://jixifox.me/2013/11/09/prologue-to-a-lifetime-of-seduction/
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