- Erotic Poetry
- How Old Do You Think I Am?
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I had never seen her
In Joe's Bar before;
She was older than
The other regular ladies;
How old? Oh, I guess
between 60 and 70;
And yet there was a
Youthful look in her face;
Her eyes sparkled; and
As we talked her education
Was obviously a Harvard type;
Her posture was perfect
And she had a perfect teeth smile;
After hours and talking,
Laughing, drinking and dancing;
She invited me to her home;
Oh, what a mansion, what class;
After absence she returned to
The bedroom dressed in a red
flowing glown...kisses, never
such sweet kisses...her body was
As soft as a satin sheet;
As I felt her tight vigina
Squeez my manhood, she whispered,
"How old do you think I am?"
"Maybe 20," I groaned.
"NO, my love," she whispered
In my ear, "I'm 67!" Oh,
What a 67 year young 20 lover,
I thought as we made love all night
and into the next day...wow!
