The Age of Love
Let’s go to bed my darling girl,
He grabbed her by the hand and they did a quick twirl.
I fancy you right now so come with me,
His love was growing, that she could see.
Come my sweet one, let’s go and make love
I am ready for you now, my sweet turtle dove.
Wait my darling, just wait a little while
I need time to get ready, you know my style.
You go up and I will follow you
And then you know what we can do.
He ran excited up the stairs,
It was his birthday in an hour, and he wanted to share.
His lust was growing, his legs were pumping
She followed him, her heart loudly thumping.
Ready for a night of passion, his cheeks a faint colour of rouge
And a mound under the quilt, he thought was really quite huge.
She reached out, to climb over him
And watched as his smile turned to a grin.
Oh no you stop there, thats where I want you
This is what I have planned for us to do.
His eyes rolled backwards, as she thought in his ecstasy
But his heart had given out, that much she could see.
Never mind he died while he was having such fun
It is a shame, she said - he was only just 91.
Die a "Fun "death
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