Baby, forget the bastards and assholes you've met
Forget all the annoyances and vague threats
Let's talk about something else
Like you and I
Like tonight
While lying here in bed at the age of 67,
I'm having a tumescence
Just from thinking of you
Isn't that wonderful, my little TooToo?
Life is what we hope and dream
And I hope my dreams about you will be true
Meanwhile I'm working on this body and mind of mine
So I still turn you on even when I reach 89
Outside the sky is full of stars and the moon is bright
And I'm here, all alone,thinking of you, and full of delights
Because you are what you are:
More pretty and much nicer than a brand new car.
April 8, 2016
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