Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of blood-gorged
Coming – shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
– Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips,
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
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