If when you get old...and I mean old.... not middle aged
you can't reminisce about love and loves
and to be more particular about the subject.... the sex
then what good is there in getting old...
I was thinking it has been a year
since I last tasted your body fluid
or separated both sets of your beautiful lips
with the enjoyable intrusion of my tongue
I miss the smell of my fingers after foreplay
there is nothing under my nails now
and I am lonely for your touch
you always smelled like fresh country apples
and you know what they say about eating apples....
the warmth of your cave surrounding my hardness
was like springtime without the pollen
your breast.....even at our age are still perfect
your touch.....always healed my poisoned loins
I was thinking it has been a year.....
Would you like to go for the record?
2007 © Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-fingernails/
