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@ :59

 
…..she spoke of a theory,

past 50, sexually dead
Slip, sliding away
down the spiral staircase
towards sixty

(….yep, that's what she said)

as she rubbed and caressed
my "bald-headed-ness"
looking up into my coal-black eyes
my BBC buried
deep inside the
moistened void between
her thighs

rekindling our carnal youth
mouth open wide
I tell you the truth,
every single,
angular stroke
caused her youthful hips to grind
the mad hip-hop producer
mixing beats

sexual tension 'beguine again 2 unwind

her fingers caress
the rippled muscles
along my back
my arms
my chest

the throb of my sex
beating
the throes of her
strong, deep contractions
fleeting

…..contradictions
born of the affinity between
two deeply sensual minds
 

as I whisper softly in her ear

     “I am 59...”
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published
Author's Note
"...I learned the truth at seventeen
that love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired"
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