An Old Man Falls In Love
All right, I admit it.
It's hopeless, and I have no shame.
Fact is that I may say what ever I wish,
listen back without a reddened countenance,
shed all compunction, even modesty
if my accoutrement begins to interfere.
Yes, I am smitten; the hours disappear
when we are face to face.
I'm lavish when the passion flows;
heat best serves emotion as it cools.
Manipulation with my fingers only shows
that I'm aware of all the tools
progressive schools of thought may teach
the tender-aged as well as touch
the ones of aged tenderness.
And of my lips?
Well, not so much; they cannot
perfectly express my ardor now.
This autocratic ancient lover finds himself
content to have technology supply
the object of his worldly desire--
this computer is his one and only
paramour, inamorata, fire.
~
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