808 Lusty At Seventy 12-12-18

At thirteen,
when I invented sex,
and gifted it to humanity,
I lived to soak my pillow
in new made semen
by any means available,
turning soft cotton sheets
into stiff corrugated cardboard,
then,
joined my first girl friend
in the joys of a grinding adolescence,
concealing the wet spots around my zipper
during the train ride home,
(what did my Mother think!!??)
while,
just the thought of parents
doing what came so easily
to my penis and peers at
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
grossed out our hormone embattled brains,
when,
finally,
at twenty four,
(I was a tardy bloomer…)
the wonder and let-down
of my first “actual”
became the instinctive
M.O. of my existence,
then,
came the wonderous hope
that this
grand dance
might continue for fifty and more years,
bringing along the overwhelming bounty
of this
good news
and throwing me into celebratory mode
lasting all my,
now,
on this,
my birthday,
seventy years
and,
because it
has,
I pray,
will last,
if I am lucky,
a score or more,
more.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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