Here you go, there is hope for all of us. I have reached the age where I am almost at the stage to finally leave things well enough alone. Although I must admit this poem by Maggie Mae still gave me a twinge;
*This is a bit risque…so…if you aren’t an adult, don’t read it…LOL
“I feel myself screaming down low,
my curves curving more, in search of,
in need; my cave waiting,
tugging on the emptiness,
I know this man who is solid,
his limbs aligned, straight and hard,
as a man would be. He has been calling me
with capacity, firm grasped,
He has come for me before,
it was winter, he turned me into a mermaid
and brought me to a heated spring.
I never hesitated.
That was just once.
There were several times, over several seasons
that he came for me
again, and again.
I know this man who is solid and firm
and I scream for him, my body searches for him,
I belong to him.”
Struth; stone the crows.