On The Cusp

I lie on the cusp of death and old age
And yet my cock and balls still rage
How much longer I will persevere
Not much longer I do fear.

In my wine Cellar, I chanced to find
On the top rack, not a bottle of wine
But a bottle of Mead, lying undisturbed
My memory rusty, twenty years dusty,
I do recall bottling the honey sweet
To ferment into a sexy treat
Twenty years it took to complete
The transformation, this liquor's feat

Bee's gather the sugar from flowers
They cure these secretions many hours
The fermentation of the honey
Takes years, un-rushed by guile or money
Grapes ferment in hours, once pressed
Honey like bricks and mortar will rest
The conversion to alcohol is slow
It takes several years we know
Like fine wine, twenty is divine

For Mead will inspire
And set a woman's vagina on fire.
I gave the bottle to my young mistress
She accepted the gift with many kisses
We drank it down from a glass boot
Sparks did fly and sperm did shoot
We spent the night in drunken bliss
There was no part I did not kiss
She with mouth and tongue did suck
And lick before we began to fuck

I'll rummage around to find another
Bottle though there may no other
It took me twenty years to ferment
That magic liquid heaven sent
Twenty years I have no more
The coffin will be filled before
In ten years, I'll not know my name
Or remember conquests of many dame
Oh, life that passes as a slithering snake
A shadow on the wall does not make
A joke on those who persevere
All steps toward love will disappear
All that's left is rotting flesh
That once we filled with fiery breath

Our cocks erect like ancient sundials
Will no more work at night, t'is vile
That once we stood proud as kings
Our hands ensconced with many rings
Necklaces of gold, shirts of linen
Now our body must be hidden
Our maids lie dead within the earth
Who gave us son's and daughter's birth

We gaze in the mirror but don't realize
We see grandfather's face with our eyes
There is no time to brew more Mead
Or cum again with copious seed
The maids who once caressed our loins
Now tease us and request our coins
Accept that life's a butterfly that passes
As we need help to find our glasses