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You tell me you had to write to me,
that my poems have made you so hot!
Older women, you find, really turn you on.
I laugh, now who would have thought?
If we were to meet, would I scare you away?
Would you notice each imperfection?
Or would you fall on your knees,
so willing to please,
and eat my sweet confection?
Would you lift my breasts to your hungry mouth
and suck them like you were my child?
Or would you twist them and bite them,
pull my nipples to excite them,
driving both of us totally wild?
Would you mind my aged and weathered hands
as they felt your young velvet cock?
Or would you find that the years
could bring you to tears
as I took you to heights never thought?
I must admit that I think of you
when my body calls me to play.
I wonder what it would be like to make love
To a young lad all night and all day.