I Really Showed HIm

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Jakey
Jakey
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I Really Showed Him

Last night I really showed him, didn't I?
Cougar on the prowl, I really showed him didn't I?
Young buck, young fuck. No, he showed me.
He showed me how young people have sex today

I wake up
My mind racing and spinning
My cerebellum, vagina, and rectum arguing over who got the worst of it
I really showed him how a mature lady does her thing

And he showed me what I had forgotten long ago
That young men really really love to fuck

I wake up in a strange room
With strange smells and strange lights
The clock says 5:34
I remember because the numbers are out of order
Like my emotions andy my judgment

Is is possible...I wonder momentarily...
To be disgusted and proud of the same action?

I get up naked from the bed in the dim almost nonexistent sunlight
Even the sun doesn't want to look at me
As I explain that I need to get home to do whatever
And he kisses me on the cheek

The fucking cheek
Last night some things are sketchy but clearly
I remember the young buck licking my sweaty fur
Mmmmmmm....not bad
And he unloaded in every part of my body but now we're dinner guests

Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Oh, how formal we suddenly are forgetting last night's utter debauchery
While the taste of vodka and god knows what fluids residually stimulate my tongue

What a joke, a kiss on the cheek
It's just another goofy human idosynchracy

Barely 6 months since my husband died and here I am
Out trolling the bars to shore up a broken heart and a shattered ego
Sometimes it works

I smirk and leave and take the subway home
The house is dark
I'm alone but oddly recharged despite an almost complete lack of sleep

Undress in the mirror and think not bad for 52
There are women half my age that would love these firm tits
Nice legs, really nice legs
Furry and smooth in the right places

Laughing out loud I toussle my hair
And just laugh and laugh
Until it's not funny any more

But the difference is that this time
I don't cry

Jakey
Jakey
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