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Who's to say
that grey haired dames
can't make it
in the games of love?
Johnny says
eyeing a grey
haired dame
across the coffee shop cafe
who's to say
she's had her day
who's to say
she can't make it
along side
the younger p*****s?
the grey haired dame
sips her latte
sits with legs crossed
one hand holding
the mug
the other hand
resting on her hip
Johnny gazes lazily
takes her in
each aspect of her
that he can
her hair drawn
back into a bun
the fingers s
lightly wrinkled
and ringed
her dress pale blue
enfolds her
with a held in touch
who's to say
she couldn't make
the grade in bed
as an older lover
with subtlety
of touch and feel
who's to say
she cannot
make it still?
the dame gazes
with her grey blue eyes
their eyes meet
then she looks away
but still he can
imagine it all
and make his day.