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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required or The Sexual Vulnerability of the Seventy-year-old Hip "The greater the sexual risk at ninety, the greater the sexual risk at ninety." -- an antic Realist antique * * * In being several eons past the April of my prime, my intimate relationships have grown a bit complex, this bone arthritic vexed each time it strains and sweats to climb, my eighteen-year-old mistresses demanding endless sex -- the steamy virgin landscapes of a rich, erotic wild a challenge hard to but a brittle bone of sickly skin plus one old feeble bladder leaving vistas vast defiled, each bon*r leaking flopping out and in and out and in -- though worse than yet the vistas wet the sensual terrains the sec the shriveled bony bowels loose lose full control till over every country, matter splattering the plains across a sweep and panorama plugs each waterhole -- still all my countless mistresses the risk of drowning dare on opening themselves up to a backbone sans compare! * * * a dedication of Respect for the Pain of the shape of each erotic relationship to come a revolving helios sonnet menippean satire on the sexual joys and challenges of the gray-haired pen*s pooped past its prime (not to mention the botoxed lips of the blue-haired vag*na jaded) april, 2023 -- yet each sexual landscape inevitably turning a wasteland
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