AFTER SIXTY
I touch her clit ever so gently
With my tongue.
Her legs clamp shut on my head as she moans
But I don’t hear it.
All I hear is the screaming feedback in my hearing aids.
I can’t think, and my tongue stops moving.
She opens her legs as the pleasure stops.
I raise my head, and remove my hearing aids.
She laughs as I dive down again.
Life is good even after sixty.
