No Regrets... Ever
He asked if I would have any regrets if we made love
I answered with a question of my own
Regrets?
Kissing, hugging, sleeping next to you
Having you between my legs
Eating, drinking, licking me
Having you in my mouth
Tasting, licking, drinking you,
Being between your legs,
While you're in my sanctum, on my back, from the back?
Never baby, ever.
And then we made love for the next fifty years.
We all should be so blessed... to find someone whom we can love and enjoy making love to for the rest of our lives. Just the other day, a friend and I were discussing our "regrets" about sex. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about because most of us have had at least one sexual experience that we'd like to forget. Some of us have had many, too many, but we won't go there. Call me old-fashioned, but I still admire those couples whose pictures appear in Jet magazine every week with the caption, "Married 50 years." I think it's sweet and I hope and pray between caring for their babies, attending PTA meetings and church services, going on family vacations and to family reunions, and paying mortgages, car notes and tuition, at least half of those years were spent swinging from the chandeliers and making sweet, unregretful, unforgettable love.
He asked if I would have any regrets if we made love
I answered with a question of my own
Regrets?
Kissing, hugging, sleeping next to you
Having you between my legs
Eating, drinking, licking me
Having you in my mouth
Tasting, licking, drinking you,
Being between your legs,
While you're in my sanctum, on my back, from the back?
Never baby, ever.
And then we made love for the next fifty years.
We all should be so blessed... to find someone whom we can love and enjoy making love to for the rest of our lives. Just the other day, a friend and I were discussing our "regrets" about sex. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about because most of us have had at least one sexual experience that we'd like to forget. Some of us have had many, too many, but we won't go there. Call me old-fashioned, but I still admire those couples whose pictures appear in Jet magazine every week with the caption, "Married 50 years." I think it's sweet and I hope and pray between caring for their babies, attending PTA meetings and church services, going on family vacations and to family reunions, and paying mortgages, car notes and tuition, at least half of those years were spent swinging from the chandeliers and making sweet, unregretful, unforgettable love.