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After Sixty

mature sex has its own foibles - my first try at humor - whatdaya think?
AFTER SIXTY

I touch her clit ever so gently

With my tongue.

Her legs clamp shut on my head as she moans

But I don’t hear it.

All I hear is the screaming feedback in my hearing aids.

I can’t think, and my tongue stops moving.

She opens her legs as the pleasure stops.

I raise my head, and remove my hearing aids.

She laughs as I dive down again.

Life is good even after sixty.

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