Sex in the Sixties

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties!

It took me nine years and nine 
 months

  To come up with that line.

I could have been laughing about it

  For nearly a decade.  

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties.

The playboy’s death must have

  Streamed through my mind.

I never wore a bunny tail

  And never felt sexy,

But oh, could I clean house and cook a meal

 To the music of Janis Joplin,Get It While You Can

Dance to Aretha late into the night, and

  Jump into bed and frolic till the sun came up.

Then wake up, go to work, sexercise before dinner,

  And do it all over again by a Bad Moon Rising

 

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the

  Same as Sex in the Sixties!

In the early morning sunrise

  We watch the bunnies play in the yard.

Cleaning house is teamwork

  Before company arrives.

Eating out is our reward for a     day

  Or to meet up with friends.

An evening drink on the patio gives us time to admire

  Our colorful flowers, butterflies, and birds.

A good novel to read, a game to watch on TV,

  Our needs and energies have changed.

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties!

Then I looked at dining room tables and giggled

  Wondering how many positions we could enjoy.

Nature’s bushes and quiet lake shores

  Offered sexy retreats for couples.

On hot steamy nights at the drive-in movies

  Lovers parked on the back rows

Hiding their passions from their parents

  Sliding down onto the vinyl seats

Exploring, touching new places as hearts

  Beat faster and moans were muffled.

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties.

Dancing is for the Stars now

  Since my back is not so limber.

Exercising is at the gym before ten am

  Naps fall anywhere throughout the day.

One day on the golf course

  Takes two days to recover.

Heating pads and ice packs give more comfort

  Than a shot of tequila or a “screaming orgasm.”

Maybe not…..

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties!

Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay

  Rings of Otis and times that have drifted by.

Purple passions are the flowers in my backyard

  Not the drink that caused our bodies to gyrate.

I Want to Hold Your Hand means the same thing today

  As it did then, and goose bumps still signal that feeling. 

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow once consumed my worries

 But love in the sixties calms my soul and keeps my heart beating.

Sex in the ‘60’s is not the same

  As Sex in the Sixties.

Pushing myself day by day,

  My body groans in pain and aches.

Believing that I could do it all then

  And I can do it all now.

But I’ve been fooled before.

  Nightfall can’t come soon enough.

The gentle kiss, a light touch of love, a brush of the hand,

  Our bodies touching in pleasure.

With the deepest love of my life

  Sex in the Sixties is still Beautiful. 


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