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The SEX Book!

By tigerlilly

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The Mister's been shopping the local bookstore, brought home some volumes we couldn't ignore. So we put on our bifocals, began turning pages... in some new best seller, called "AGES and STAGES". I thought 'twas history, that interests me... but there's no pictures, that's strange to see. He thought 'twas finance, but his heart soon sank... to see no mentions of stock nor the bank. We switched to trifocals, then did a doubletake... 'twas a book about SEX, for heavens sake! The pictures were there, right in the middle... showing elderly folk, creative diddle. I said grab the nitro, 'tis heart failure I see; But he chose viagra... then reached for me. Smelling primroses, up the path me he led... rumpling up in the middle, my chenille bedspread. And I gazed in his eyes, as I started to fuss... but paying no mind, my cheek he did buss. Then all at once... memories started to creep, of the times when this bed, saw more than sleep. I smiled up at this man, felt a tingle of life, all at once so glad... that I was his wife.all comments and critiques welcomed :) Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 02:40 PM PST   0 • 14

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