Talking Sex Blues Or How We Grew Up
Do you remember the time when just a flickof skirt
Would cause such a reaction that it very nearly hurt
But a carefully folded overcoat avoided any fuss
As you walked down stairs from the old school bus
Embarrassed
Drainpipe jeans Winkle picker shoes
Mixed with a touch of in grown toenail blues
Flirting with the girls the odd fumble and kiss
Never quite attaining that hoped for bliss
Still hoping
Then the older woman who’d said on the whole
You were pretty good but needed more control
No need for such hurry slow down and wait
No need to be like the bull at the gate
And you tried
And then you met the one and got the timing right
And sometimes you’d love away half of the night
So happy in your bliss as your lives moved on
Until before you knew it most of it was gone
But still very good
Then came that day when you both agreed
Rather than make love you’d have a cup of tea
And you climbed into bed whispered good night
And fell straight to sleep both cuddled up tight
Feeling good
And you now watch the teens through more senior eyes
See them laughing and flirting as they amble on by
And you remember these days when just a flick of skirt
Could cause a reaction so hard that it very nearly hurt
And you smile
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