This is another 30 poem.
If you're under 18, just go like this.
"An Old Man's Sensual Nights."
"When the night outside his window is blank of stars
and it's raining cats and dogs like it used to rain,
he masturbates from memory.
The women arrive in parts.
So much time has passed.
They drift, breast of the goddess in stone
he once put his mouth around.
He savors the ancient taste.
Vagina in a hand mirror examining itself.
Naked with a woman all morning on a beach beside a lake,
her areoles of inconstant light.
Nothing whole enough to speak the words of love
to, or regret, or ask for more and more.
An old man's prick pressed between his legs,
restless, visionary, an audience happy and unapologetic
even in defeat.
A passing labia licks his tongue.
A mouth retreats.
Descends."