Old Fellow
The way her breasts meet is hidden from me
By her lips asking my lips if I am here and
The flight of her thighs to her belly is
Too swift for my eye that lingers her love is too
Swift for a lover in love I should have been a
Jealous husband. I am an old fellow too old
For her who puts on her nightdress singing
And who laughs as she comes to bed I am too old
I should be a jealous husband instead of her love
I should be more than a page of print she knows by heart.
By her lips asking my lips if I am here and
The flight of her thighs to her belly is
Too swift for my eye that lingers her love is too
Swift for a lover in love I should have been a
Jealous husband. I am an old fellow too old
For her who puts on her nightdress singing
And who laughs as she comes to bed I am too old
I should be a jealous husband instead of her love
I should be more than a page of print she knows by heart.
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