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56. Lithe Body

I saw a woman on the beach
Lithe body made to perfection

Even at my mature age
I could not stop my erection

Dare I write about such things
Others would surely try to hide

Should I continue writing
Or just turnover on my side

By the time I decided what to do
She approached and gave a wink

She struck up a conversation
But my brain it would not think

And then she left
As did my male delight

Quickly replaced by another
Lithe body in my sight


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