If our lives were chapters in a book,
Each event on a new page
The current one I’m writing is:
“She Has Reached a Funny Age”.
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I thought that reaching middle years
Would bring with them calm and peace,
But I found a flame within me
That was begging for release.
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This fire burns between my thighs
Sending sparks through to my soul.
It creates an endless craving
And a need to lose control.
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It takes a very special guy
To understand what makes me tick.
His reward is my submission
When I hear his fingers click.
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Orgasms need to rock my core,
Grown women don’t do faking.
He needs to know his job’s not done
Until my legs are shaking.
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I want to feel a piece of him
Buried deep inside my mind.
To hear his heart speaking to mine
As he takes me from behind.
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If he can make my spirit rise
And my energy overflow,
He’ll get to see a side of me
That I rarely ever show.
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My fantasies are bright and bold,
There is plenty to explore.
I seem to find new hidden depths
With each year that I mature.
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Years ago, I thought that women
Lost their value with their youth.
But the last few years have taught me
This is so far from the truth.
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The skin is not so firm these days,
Bra-free tits are in the past.
Yet this really doesn’t matter
Once you find the gifts that last.
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To have a sense of who I am
Means more than a perky bum.
If my forties stay fuck-tastic,
Filthy fifties, here I cum.
