I'm not dead yet,
my hands still feel...
where are your breasts
when I knead them...
my feet still feel,
cause they ache even
when you rub them...
my heart still feels...
like it's going 90 miles
an hour cause you
walked into the room...
and I still feel...
like our love is new
although years have passed
and I must remind you
that I'm not dead yet...
I just feel like my feelings
are feeling better when
we feel each other.
Coach Roth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-dead-yet-although-it-s-my-birthday/
