The Younger Woman Poem by jackilton peachum
The Younger Woman
You were younger, yes,but we were well-matched.
Shall I confess? I loved you even then,
yearned for hot sweaty sex-
sudden ambush of motel-room afternoons!
Now, suddenly-somehow-I'm grown too old for you,
troubled by deafness, failing eyesight, ED-
the years, oh, the years, they bruise themselves against my sides!
Go spinning away into yesterday
all wearing the faces of old men!
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5/26/2024 4:07:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm grown too old for you, troubled by deafness, failing eyesight, ED- this is universal thank me for reading and commenting conceit never pays nor paid shy is just an eexcuse have u read poems of mine by now any 1 is 1 please jay peeeeeeeeeee