life at 50

wow..yup i figured out why the love life dies at 50…you see when you’re in your twenties she roles over and there is this slim muscular man, six-pack abbs and sweeping hair…damn she wants him, and with a single kiss the fire begins, and an hour later when you are both exhausted from multiple encounters you crawl out of bed and shower..he make coffee and breakfast while she readies for the day…remember those days, ya me neither , but that is beside the point, bear with me…

now, today..she roles over and if it wasn’t a gastric release that woke her, one is soon to come, there she see a lump of a man with hair everywhere except his head,the ears , the nose, and eye brows so bushy you could sit a plant on them. he need a a shave bad and the bristles are all shades of gray, but love is blind and so is she without her glasses…she kisses him and he stirs and grunts, this is where the gas comes out if it already hasn’t……then he pops up his head fattening her lip….now he is awake and ,needing to urinate,  in the ready for love but she is bleeding, he quickly gets up and gets a wash cloth and tends to her lip, probably uses the bathroom which is attached to the master bedroom.. and fills the area with sounds and such that can only truly be imagined….and if by some miracle when he returns she hasn’t fallen back asleep, fat lip and all, it’s where the hell are those damn blue pills…ya ..good luck with that…love to the kids…linny here’s to another year..keep it up…and baby…how you manage is beyond me…i do love you

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