Her body may have retired <br />in its fifties and moved <br />south for the weather but <br />her mind is as sexual as ever <br />and when she talks dirty my ears <br />perk up like a horned toad. <br />It is then when the unexpected but much <br />appreciated excitement excretes <br />the most sensitive of my desires; <br />not to mention a sticky tongue <br />with which to devour the nectar <br />of her most precious honey pot… <br /> <br />2008 © on the eve of my 60th year<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-my-sugar-dumpling-and-i-am-the-imported-cinnamon/
