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