TWO PRUNES
Two old
Wrinklies,
Drawn together,
In the Autumn of
their lives,
Eyes still
Twinckly,
And the same old
Yearning feeling,
In their thighs!Complexion
Crinkly,
Skin like leather,
Receding hair
and clouding eyes,
Yet do I hear,
Distinctly,
You say you
need a f**k?
- Well so do I!
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