Monday, July 17, 2017

Poetical

I'm grieving loss of my youth as my virility and stamina wanes. 

Seeing it all grey, and less than half empty.

No youthful passionate risky sex, not at ten thousand feet, nor the soft grassy ground.

No long-haired head casually tossed to one side innocently. 

No short skirt view offered for my  guiltless pleasure.

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