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The School of Love

The School of Love

She lives in room 706.  It used to be the busiest one in the house, but as the years drifted by, fewer customers walked through the door.
Her radiant skin still had a glow, but it was from the finest creams she could find.  Her proud breasts began to sag, but were still alluring to her anxious customers.
Her school was different in that her knowledge wasn’t accumulated to be shared at a future time, but shared at the present and simultaneously by both.  She was a student as well as a teacher.
She saw human nature in its most natural state.  She saw dignitaries losing their clothing and inhibitions.  Some cried and some gloated over their masculinity.  They became vulnerable to the power of sex.  Through all this she still kept her dignity by keeping their behavior a secret.
What better way is there to judge dignitaries but by their behavior at the peak of their emotions?  Their composure is much more important than what they do.  The news media has to idea of who and what they are, or of how much they lose themselves in the heat of passion.
She also taught school boys the pleasure of love and they in turn showed her the face of pure amazement and anxiety as she shed her undergarments before their virgin eyes.
Poets and philosophers may write of what love and sex do, but cannot place the feeling inside of us.  Room 706, by academic standards, doesn’t meet the requirements of a formal education, but what is learned and felt is far more greater than books can ever teach; human behavior in its vulnerability.

From my book entitled, "A Sage's Diary."

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