Her lips
were like worn out red panty hose,
grainy,
tasteless,
floppy around a kiss.
My mouth wanted fire!
I got gum-slime, and
a pre-view of geriatric sex.
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16 comments:
Okay, I now forbid you to use the term "geriatric sex" in a poem ever again.:)
I'm with Aurora! :)
I've always suffered from the misconception that the purpose of poetry is to invigorate the world through youth, beauty and the joy of romance. Thank you for proving me wrong. Geriatric sex? E-yuck!
OK, you young wupper snappers, your day is coming!!!!!!
I'm with you, Pat. The term may not be so romantic, but the closer I get, the sweeter the act. Young is in the heart and mind.
ahhh... a poet with personality. :)
Good stuff.
For some reason I've never been a poetry fan... guess I'll have to change my mind :)
I'll be around...
Thanks ardi, reniebob, and plona for vindicating me with my "so-called" friends. Thanks for coming by!
Sorry, polona.
Thanks Dustin!
And I thought stubble kisses were bad . . .
:)
Oh ick! I think I'm scarred for life now.
j.b., never having kissed stubble, I would think the above is worse. Christine I always wanted to scar some young woman's soul. I'm not sure this is what I had in mind.
Like it or not. Quite a feat. Kissing the passing...
above my computer is a picture of an eleven year old me
he didn't think people over twenty had sex
i'm now in my fifties
and
saying nothing
:)
Borut, passing is better than past. floots I'm not smart enough to say nothing. I want all these "youngsters" to know what they have to look forward to!
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