A treasure trove of my embraces
Etched on many ladies faces
Or that's what I would like to think
While standing at the kitchen sink
Looking out across the moors
Dreaming of my younger scores
When time was just so full of lust
And the sights of many ladies busts
Not too many nymphos though
Just girlfriends coming by, you know
Staying awhile until they're spent
As fast as they came, they also went
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