I was eighty you a year younger
but we smoldered with that hunger
to feel passion and taste salty sweat.

You were not much of a talker
but looked so hot on your walker!
I rolled up as close as I could get.

We managed not to trip or sway
as standing we began to play
a prelude to our search for senior bliss.

When you brushed against my thingy
suddenly our love took wingy!
We shed our dentures then we shared a kiss.
 
I stroked the blue hair on your head
as we rolled up next to your bed.
You said that I should show you my best stuff.

We stood engaging in foreplay
when suddenly I heard you say
that you had always liked it kind of rough!

That’s when things went real wrong.
I slapped your boob you squished my schlong.
We teetered and then toppled to one side!

They found us in a wheel chair
all tangled up grey bottoms bare.
One nurse laughed so hard she almost died.

They made us swear to separate
and never have another date
and only meet to chat when fed our meals.

But I still sneak down that long hall
to make a welcomed booty call.
(My new walker has super quiet wheels!)