I was four score, you a touch younger.
Both of us still had the hunger
to release our passions and taste each other’s sweat.

Neither of us was much of a talker
but you looked so hot on your walker.
I wanted to be as close as I could get.

My heart sings remembering that very first day
the two of us began to play
and strove to reach the heights of senior bliss.

You were my aging beautiful Venus.
Thru my pants you rubbed my penis
and then gave me a sensuous toothless kiss.

I helped you roll up to the bed
and stroked the blue hair on your head
and soon we lay together in the nude.

I cradled you in my bony arms,
your breasts like flattened pancake charms,
I kissed them and we both got in the mood.

Eventually I came to dare
to kiss the sparse and thin grey hair
the portent of your labia majora.

Soon you laughed and weren’t shy
and heaved a lover’s deepest sigh
and then came not just one cum but a plethora.

Lastly I will never forget
how both of us all sticky and wet
caressed and kissed there sitting in your shower.

Between us we had 157 years.
But there were never any fears
since we had love with lube and Viagra power.