Teachers and lovers all,
They whisper, below the grey roar
Of the cities' cursèd light, every story
In the book of life they scream
Into the blessèd night.

This one is certainly Like honey dipped into a milk shake, I mean I felt the telepathic movement if this stanza here, it's like you were connecting I felt this sexual swerve pull up in me, lol you know I did.

Your ability to make words have effect on a reader is such a magnificent tool it shows heights of total mastery.

This one is sweetly written, and sweetly felt deep down in my heart, well done buddy.