A Memory
She had a sybaritic body,
but years has piled
unwanted, flabby flesh
on her bones.
Elderly now and bad on
her feet, her body doesn’t
stir an old man’s
into heroic deeds.
When we make love,
It isn’t often, I close my
eyes and remember her
seductive body of yesteryear
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