Plethora of Fragrant Douches

With a plethora of fragrant douches,
She kept my aging heart inspired.
No longer was I quick to lift...
A stiff prick she was once excited with.
And she teased me with her favorite scent...
A blend of cinammon mixed with peppermint.
After finishing with her ritual,
Her ample thighs soon made me ready to dwell.
Squeezed inside yards of spandex she stretched...
We enjoyed our walks on the sidewalk,
As my limpness was hidden...
But my neck she was pleased to keep quite flexed.
And she was gifted to be,
The one I witnessed who could do that the best!
Indeed she had her talents!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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