When I first met her
She was a sweet five foot four
My hormones told me
She’d not ever be a bore
It’s now been sixty seven years later
And she’s still five foot four
And we’re still mated
Surely, like it's fated
We’ve learned to do it slowly
Working from the top to the lowly
Every part unrehearsed
A gentle slaking of a thirst
Just the touch of her hand
The sound of her voice
The look that she gives me
Is more than I ever need
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