DREAMING

I dreamt I was

No longer old

My feet and hands

Were warm, not cold

 

I marveled at

The shape I was in

My body no longer

Had that chicken skin

 

My withered face

Was smooth and young

But best of all

I was well hung

 

And that would come

In really handy

Cause I was cute

And quite the dandy

 

My head was clear

No longer foggy

My senses sharp

My mind not groggy

 

My big pot belly

Had disappeared

And that for sure

Felt really weird

             

My abs were tight

And full of ripples

My chest exposed

Two pink, ripe, n*****s

 

I was quick and nimble

On my feet

All sorts of foods

I now could eat

 

I could hear

So really well

Jump and play

And run like hell

 

I could work

The whole day long

My thighs and butt

Were firm and strong

 

My back was straight

No longer sore

And I could bend

Down to the floor

 

My vigor seemed  

To never wane

And all my vises

I could do, again

 

For I could drink

And I could smoke

But then alas

I was awoke

 

And there I was

Back in bed

No longer young

But old, instead

BOEMS BY JA 110