You lay there snoring <br />your huge scaly feet <br />protruding from the blankets <br />Thank goodness <br />with those you do not <br />touch me <br /> <br />Scanning north toward <br />your male center <br />I notice your knees <br />are knobbier than they were <br />but you have been kneeling <br />quite a lot on account of me <br />being so contentious <br />somewhat pretentious <br /> <br />The belly a tad pushed up <br />with the cath all hooked up <br />I am perverse <br />I have to say <br />that does not one <br />bit put me in reverse <br /> <br />Your chest when we first met, <br />hmmm that would <br />not have impressed. <br />The fur upon it still <br />is a feat of impressive talent <br />it took the lama a whole season <br />to beat you at that, I reason <br /> <br />On the chest I will give a pass <br />because still that is a stellar ass <br />Not to mention the pipe <br />we had replaced <br />salutes me night and day <br />no matter my aesthetic state <br /> <br />Even in sleep you have <br />a boyish grin that is so <br />charming I think shove over <br />let me in your covers <br /> <br />The hair a full head still <br />chestnut and salt and pepper <br />I have not made you <br />so much fret <br />you still have your wig <br />BUT my favorite <br />is beneath the wig <br />that mind so sharp <br />and full of wit <br />deceitfully convincing <br />all but me <br />what a good boy <br />you have been <br /> <br />With the smile you do <br />commit much guile <br />but I know the truth <br />when even in the pew <br />you are half conspiring <br />who the teens will <br />go to lunch with <br />you offer to pay <br />for the group <br />to get me home <br />all alone so <br />we can practice <br />what it took us <br />so long to perfect <br /> <br />Middle aged <br />but even better <br />than when we were <br />hot and younger <br />for we did not know <br />a fleas ass from <br />an impassioned kiss <br />until you see the way <br />we are and know <br />you are by far <br />the only one <br />who may touch <br />this middle aging <br />princess with...... <br /> <br />Well lets not <br />go there <br />we would not <br />want to upset <br />the double standard!<br /><br />Sandra Dodd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-blind-deaf-and-sometimes-tactilely-impaired-not-to-mention-lust-is-not-that-picky/
