When

When I'm erect as I awake, I tell the world and shout it
I am a bard, so when it's hard, I write a poem about it
I'm not a young man any more. I'm a widower,  a loner.
I am a man, with wants and needs. It's still great to get a boner
 
My wife was great, she was my mate. She's not with me any more
Been gone a year, I miss her so, when we made love, she knew the score
My mind is in a quandary. Would I be cheating with another?
I've been desirous of a widow, whom I know is a Grandmother
 
She still has looks, she's hot and cooks. Would she think I am off base,
If I told her what I thought of her and to invite her to my place?
If I told her of my longing, would she want to take a chance?
I would really love to ask her and to get into her pants
 
I think about the age I am, could I keep it up and firm,
Or would it fail me, 'cause I'm old, and not even make her squirm?
I won't know unless I ask her, if she'll get naked in my bed
We could start by having foreplay, eating pussy, giving head
 
Then be close to one another, not as mates that were our last,
But for lessening the loneliness, from our spouses who have passed
Am I expecting too much, for myself, and for this lass?
Don't want her thinking, that she is, just another piece of ass
 
 
Survey
If you're a widow, who has read this, please tell me what you think
If this poem was written for you, and I wanted in your pink
That I wanted your warm body to accept my cock inside
Because I care, for who you are, not just for the fucking ride