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she was hot - like a menopausal flash he was hard - like arteriosclerosis limber lumbar but an ancient memory a touch senile, maybe, a touch unsensory and yet the sparks still sparkled in eyes that cataracts encircled old flames popped from recollections of wanton desired seductuous affections desiring what's called dirty, before becoming dirt flaunting flirty, hungering each other's desserts s l o w l y they stood as erect as they could gnarled hands came together, tactfully understood it might be their last chance - last dance last night lust - of their senior romance while everyone else was babbling and talking they quietly departed and away went walking past the station where nurses hunched typing past security, past the ornery old griping out to the absence of society's luminescence out past their own - perceived obsolescence under sky, wisps of cloud, under far distant suns they found clearing to finish, what nature'd begun spread out a blanket, helped each other down patiently, s l o w l y, made love on the ground her breasts hanging low, her pubic hair gray her craving for him to go all the way and he, sight poor, gently reached out to her and tasted her nipple, french-kissing connoisseur she spread desire open to Mother Nature's all he inserted desire, quietly moaned a faint call and they both reveled in what life had given them the desire to tempt - the acquiescence to be tempted © Goode Guy 2013-07-22