Growing Older

I've been around for many years, growing older every day
My love has passed, now I'm alone. It may be wrong to want to play
We were married over fifty years. Had great sex before, “I do”
Never made love to another, after I made love to you

I'm aware of many widows, whose loving husbands have gone first
I think about approaching them to see if they still have a thirst
Do they still long for closeness from a throbbing dick inside?
Would they want some satisfaction from an average cock to ride?

I'm thinking of some high school friends; some of whom I even dated
In the days when I passed second base. Then went home and masturbated
We've found each other once again on our high school Facebook page
To be reminded of those memories, still sends my hormones in a rage

We all are so much older now and it's hard to be alone
I would love to show, I love them so, but I can't pick up the phone
Will they think me some old pervert who still wants to dip his dick
Or a man who wants to turn back time with a classmate he would pick

If I didn't really want you after all these years gone by
Why would I think of making love while I looked you in the eye?
Why would I want to hold you and expose my weathered joint
Except to share my love with you. That I care for you's my point

Who knows what may become of this, could be just a one night stand
I may not even get it up, may have to satisfy by hand
Or maybe with some oral sex, with my mouth upon your clit
If you think that you might like that, we could do it for a bit

I never liked just fucking, making love is such a  joy
If you would like to try it with me, call me up, I am your boy
You may even know my number. I may have talked to you before
Now you know I am available if you think you'd like to score

Why go through life being lonely, after losing man or wife
It's okay to love another or make love to quell the strife
Caring's also sharing, should I try and make the call
I may find another like me, who wants that closeness after all

I've sent this poem Deep Underground
Would like to know just what you think.
Are there women who think like me
Who would like me in their pink?