I can still look.
Ripe breasts like apples tempt my eye.
Although I try to look away.
my eyes continue looking avidly
Nature designed all men this way.
I may be old but I still can
appreciate a shapely maid.
Like any other normal man.
Some times I find my eyes have strayed
back to beauties on display
and memories flood back unsought
of when I was not old and grey.
I thoroughly enjoy the view.
I’m not ashamed to say I do.
7-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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