I sit before him
In a black slinky dress
It clings to my sides
Hanging low in the back
Hanging low at the front.
I'm forty and he swares that I
just don't see i've still got it.
my brownish wild hair
Tamed and tied
Curls seductively framing my face
ocen blue eyes
Under light lilac eye shadow
Lips prue pink
Cheeks nateral tone
I'm forty an feeling old
but he swars I'm still stunning.
I get real nervous
I begin to chew on my bottom lip
I'm forty an he swares
I am still the same.
I catche me watching him
And maturely stick my tongue out
Hello' I'm forty though he swares
I'm still a child at heart n mind.
The waiter tells us tonight's specials
He orders for us he can't help but feel
my shoeless foot
Seductively rubbing up his leg
Under the table.
I'm forty an oh how he swares
I'm still such a tease.
We eat, and talk
Finally I can't take it anymore
I lean over and kiss him
he just stares stunned, after the kiss
"Happy Birthday",? I tell him breathlessly
He's Sixty now and can
still take my breath away.
Beleave it he's sixty
And still so much in love with me.
