Quickies

Your nipples once sat lifted
As gifts you shared with me.
You let me lick dripping moisture then...
When they glistened in sunlight with glee,
Just for me.
And as those days began to fade our youth...
Everything firm took a turn and now sags!
You think of yourself unattractive as we age,
But booted 'quickies' took in haste...
Has gratified with a slower pace,
To make us glad together...
We can still quiver in climax!
And nothing about that saddens.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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