Dearest Delicious

Maybe we’re 86
Remembering our 69s
And with our arthritis
We’ll settle with giddy knowing smiles
I’ll bring my lips
To your crow’s feet
I’ll kiss your blurry eyes
Perhaps gross out some clueless kids
Watching us old shameless lovebirds on the street
I’ll still shake my wrinkled ass cheeks
As you bite them without teeth
So let me blow you now like a birthday cake
And name my face with your love spray
(while we still have today)

(c) 2013
Vivien Marie Lopez Jorillo
For my Edman Chris Dominique Jorillo

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6 thoughts on “Dearest Delicious

Go. Moan. Scream. Tell me if you like it. Make some noise.

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