Sex at 113

               
One day you'll be   
too old to fuck        
too weary   
to tease out a wank        
veiny hands arrayed with liver spots        
will shake beyond control        
           
Crooked fingers won't allow you to stroke        
the warm curves of your partner's flesh        
and if he or she still lives        
they will no longer thank you        
or seek attention of that kind        
           
The slackness of your jaw        
will mean you can no longer suck        
Loose teeth        
make working magic with your tongue        
too painful for soft receded gums        
and you'll drool 24/7        
from the corners of your mouth        
           
While ears grow bigger
body hair will rage    
with weed like abundance   
wild        
straggly        
and white         
        
A man who once peed        
horse rivers on demand        
will find himself wincing       
as he struggles to shake out the drops        
a lousy one at a time        
 
It's years since he quit fretting       
about the best angle        
for ramming anything home--        
getting the zipper  
all the way up        
is what counts        
           
A woman will despair        
how her breasts wrinkle and sag        
perky nipple pride        
a joy from long ago      
and even her precious pink        
now masked by mudflaps        
that sting and chafe thighs        
will be tinged inside   
with inglorious shades of grey        
as dying cells divide        
           
Obliged to rely on         
pills and electronic devices        
to keep Death at bay        
anything more stimulating        
than coffee        
but no more than one cup a day        
will always feel risque        
           
And if you thought sex        
was all in the mind        
you'll find it's not that easy        
just to close your eyes        
and dream on  
lovingly of the day...        
           
If you don't nod off immediately       
you'll notice right away      
how the memories no longer support        
any residual appetite        
The notion of sex     
woos zero importance        
when confusion over faces   
places and time        
preoccupies all the thinking power   
remaining in your brain   
until anything besides        
becomes a flicker that annoys        
rather than a passion
chasing flame   
           
So I'd love to share with you        
a miracle cure I discovered by chance        
a fix that prevents almost all of the above        
and even reverses the damage        
before it starts if you're one of the lucky ones--         
a secret
I stumbled across quite by accident   
during my travels on the ocean of life..        
 
But I'm sorry to say        
& with the deepest regret        
there is no escape        
so naturally      
any claims like that       
could only       
be   
a scam