Century of Lovers

days and years have passed
sensuality that I have amassed
words and deeds that have last
passions and desires of the past

said not things that have thoughts
wishful moments from the courts
lustful, yet fantasies of all sorts
it’s healthy till you punt some shots

driven by a vision of a quest
voluptuousness at its very best
double Ds oh they were such a mess
once a G, how to hide such mass

quivering breasts, they are mouthful
perky ones, a pinch can be painful
blossomed ones are surely a handful
squeeze and fuck, they were pretty cool

damned passion all nakedness
checked emotions all thoughtless
spanked bottom, pleasure’s painless
pinked cotton, love them crotchless

used to be sensual, sweet caresses
desires were filling the five senses
pleasures aroused when you fuck just before menses
like a horny goat that is when you become simply priceless

lovers, I was once blindly possessed
mistaken, I was thoroughly romanced
cougars, man, they surely had pizzazz
didn’t give a damn, I’d just whoop that ass

from heat to toe, I’d kiss those curves
let the heat go, bites that tingled the nerves
flames that burned slow, bodies doing the swerves
passion’s afterglow, orgasmed as it deserves

the night in the presence of all the others
flocked together, were the raunchy feathers
fornicating, as nothing at heart was theirs
just swinging all night with a century of lovers