THE REASON OF AGE
A Romance For Seniors
by Will de Kypia
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In a 1745 letter to a marriage-averse
friend Benjamin Franklin provided some
advice on choosing a suitable mistress.

He recommended older women rather
than younger women for several of reasons,
the last one being "They are so grateful!!"

Charlie learned about polyamory a
week after his divorce was finalized,
on the same day he started to receive
his Social Security retirement benefits.

A number of his male friends informed
him that they participated in multiple
simultaneous relationships that they
archly termed coitus uninterruptus.

Most considered the trysts to be
both a salute to their masculinity
and also a duty imposed upon it.

Free or wed, Charlie's more
gallant acquaintances said

A single lady our age is
a lonely lovebird locked away
in a grim, ungilded cage.

However brilliant the plumage
she wears the woman within
is usually a mournful gray.

If you give one of these birds a
a friendly smile plus a few kind words
the odds are good she'll invite you
to share her nest for a while.

And she'll probably tell you she is
so glad you accepted her offer, after.

But others — perhaps perceiving the retributive
symmetry of a new social order — behaved quite
callously when conducting such autumnal affairs.

We've got a right to treat those bitches like shit.
Remember how they teased us back then?
Our turn now, they deserve to get hit.

Charlie was fond of his lovers, and he
relished time spent in the company
of members of the tender gender.

Though he did on occasion smug a bit.

Dallying one morning with a favorite amour,
he working below, she ardently writhing above,
Charlie pronounced them a man and his mistress
bound in their unconjugal and wholly carnal union.

You and I have achieved the stage of life when
sex partners pair without heartbreak and strife.

Well past our prime, we still possess passions
which we pleasurably gratify in divers fashions.

Plus we do it with no bother about babies.
We two will be lovers until the oceans freeze.

Charlie’s sex partner was firmly impaled
on his lust and as he gave her a final thrust
she thunderously reached the peak of her rut.

After they orgasmed together the good
woman whispered into Charlie’s bad ear

Until the oceans freeze, is that a joke?
Do you think I actually care who you are?
Give a crap if you cream or you croak?

You're not a lover, just a guy
who lives nearby, handy if I
need a poke and a squeeze.

When you aren't available
I screw my dog on my knees.
 
We two will copulate until one
of us absquatulates which in our
stage of life could happen real soon.

It might be tomorrow at dawn or
maybe today before noon and nothing
but nothingness awaits us ahead.

My looming demise possesses,
no, it obsesses me because I know
how coldly…how completely…

I know how forever the dead will be dead.

Having quit the denying and got over
the crying now I am only, now I am always,
NOW I AM SO GODDAMN FUCKING SCARED!

That's why your dick’s in my pussy,
that is the reason we are paired.

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