An anonymous poem
- HE love
I bear you, dearest,
- Would make the sweetest tale,
- We'd sail upon a sea of bliss,
- And I would lift the sail.
- Our happiness would be sublime,
- Surpassing tongue or pen.
- You may as well learn things from me,
- As to learn from other men.
- "Oh! you have touched me--deeply--"
- The young thing whispered low.
- He pleaded: "Come! oh! come with me."
- She could not answer: "No."
- She said: "I'll be your pupil."
- And softly added then:
- "I may as well learn things from you
- As to learn from other men."
- They dined alone that evening,
- And the young man got his wish.
- They even broke the unwritten law
- Of: "Nevaire before zee feesh."
- At half-past three, next morning,
- He staggered home again.
- She had taught him tricks he never knew,
- That she'd learned from other men.
"Little Lessons" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown