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WHEN WE ARE OLD AND GRAY When we are both old and gray after a long life of work and play will my touch fill you with lustful desire as we warm arthritic bones before the fire? Will you still welcome my frail advance now that little stirs within my pants? Will this body once strong and firm lead you on or just make you squirm? Will I be blessed with a magical hug or be brushes off with a uninterested shrug? Will you welcome these clumsy lips rewarding their effort with your sweet kiss? And, if on the carpet, I lay you down will your face reflect a teasing smile or a frown? When I stroke your long silver streaked hair will your thoughts be with me or wander off somewhere? If my hands caress the gentile curves of your form will warm blood once again build into a raging storm? Will the passion, which has always served us well return visions of heaven or a view of frustrating hell? Will we truly have changed so much that we will be forced to make due with a loving clutch? Who can know for sure until we face that day? So for now, we'll make love, and store the memories away. |
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I am working on using fewer commas to improve readability. Did I drop too many?
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