Studly toy: I fell for the boy. We’d neck
in public; in private we went all the way.
We went at or toward it, night and day.
Deep-kiss, down-thrust, nuzzle, suck and peck.
We went toward or at it, what the heck.
At my age, dear, you might as well make hay
before your juices dry up and decay.
Let nuns and eunuchs keep their lust in check.
But as for me and other women who
think each gray hair accords her more permission
to trade the seemly in for the taboo—
though he be callow and the love untrue,
by all means put the key in the ignition.
Do it, have it, lie with! Go and screw.