The last dance of life!

The last dance of life!

I had this idea to rekindle the fire in our love life,
We would go ‘open air’ we would ‘do it’ out there,
Me and my wife.
But at my age, (79), do you think that I could,
that’s the plan now,
Or will I get the cramp, in the cold and the damp,
Hope not somehow.

We will go, in the wood where the shelter is good,
For this wooing,
With this frost and this cough, hope that nothing drops off,
while I’m doing.
In the nettles she lay, in the hard light of day,
clutching fingers,
More exciting is this, hurts her bum when we kiss,
In the stingers.

For the last dance of life, for myself and my wife,
softly swaying,
With a ‘bungee jump belt’, every motion is felt,
ever staying,
Braces tied to the trees, I am ever to please,
like a yo-yo,
As I fly back and forth, like a Disneyland dwarf,
She shouts “go go!”.

That’s the plan anyway, might not happen today,
Things get crinkled,
But tomorrow is new and between me and you,
It is wrinkled,
But I know it will grow. when it’s waved to and fro,
If she’ll let me,
And when you dream in the night, of this tale of delight,
Don’t forget me!

Mick