Sex is the Cure
It's over I hear, your're to old now.
To enjoy sensual passion, let it go, how?
When desire still burns, inside ample breast?
Still wanting to ride, my man, over the crest?
Old love is gross, I hear young ones say.
Since when did you care what they think anyway?
Neck on the couch, kiss in the hall.
Sleep when your dead, let them take the fall.
All juices flowing, we're slowerer for sure.
As long as I'm breathing, Sex is the cure.
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Pretty Close
Deb,
You were pretty close on this description but it had to have been from the female perspective. From the male perspective you would have had to add the shortness of breath, weak knees, occasional leg cramps at the most inopportune times. Oh it can be done when you're older, you are sure you are going to die when that moment finally cums.
Sex doesn't really die, it just slows down a lot,
Pete