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PAST THIRTY-FIVE


Women, books say, hit their sexual prime at 35
Well, I'm passed that
I want more sex
I want to prowl like a cat

I woke my husband up at four
Make it hard for him in his sleep
Say, let me give you some more
Baby, you give it to me deep

Then I fantasize about you
How I'd never keep you waiting
How I'd like to be in your back yard
In the dark, doing some relating

Your backyard is very private
At night, it's very dark
You could say "Let's be very quiet"
To you any Angel would hark

I dream of you in a wheat field
We stumble on each other
We drop to our knees
With kisses try to smother

Try to smother all the passion
All the fire that burns within
All the tingling down below
When I fantasize about you friend

It's probably just hormones
Too much testosterone in me
Or maybe it's time for ovulation
Sometimes I wish I could set it free

It's life flowing through my veins
It's emotion overflowing
It's getting more oxygen to my brain
It's being 38 years and knowing

Knowing about Masters and Johnson
Knowing about the pleasure principle
It's the rush of desire
Filling me, letting me feel invincible

It's just a touch, a look, a sound
It satiates my being
It brings that adrenalin around
And reality goes fleeing.


8/1995 cj








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