Our Secret
I may not be the greatest lover
Or have the biggest tool in the shed
But over the years I’ve learned a few tricks
And know my way around in bed
She was twenty years my junior
And stuck in this lonely old town
Needing a shoulder to cry on
Her spirits and life were down
Well, one thing led to another
As we drank and talked through the night
We ended up under the covers
Neither of us knowing if this was right
I treated her more tenderly
Than any of her younger lovers ever did
Took the time to discover
Where her sexual g-spots hid
I wasn’t in any hurry
To reach my own climax
As I focused on her pleasures
Teaching her how to relax
She was taken to places she’d never been
By this man she hardly knew
Never expecting to want to see me again
When that night was through
She still lives in this old town
And has gotten on with her life
She teaches in the high school
And is now a mother and wife
But still every now and then
When she feels a little bit low
And wants to experience nirvana again
She visits to have another go
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