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My Elder Love

Madame, thou art mature and must I say...
Thy wine is old and pleasing to the taste
The love you give to me no one could weigh
Yet eyes eavesdrop on evenings we embrace
Your years above my age is their distaste

For you came like a cougar in the night
Desires upon my flesh you did delight
After our lips would play and kiss with tongue
We lay in love and looking in the light
You would say I was old and she was young

Johnny Sumler

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 6/26/2011 7:18:00 AM
WOWIE. This is awesome, Johnny. REads like an old classic poem but is a modern topic.I hope it gets first prize so everyone will view it!
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