Adult Education Poem by Randall Livingston

Adult Education



She'd leave the door partly open
and undress.
I was fourteen.
She was forty.
Things like that you never forget.
Her panties hung in the bath.
I remember red and black.
I'd run them through my fingers.
She wore garters and heels.
I wished she'd be my teacher.

- R -

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