Stimulation in the morning
lets the day begin in earnest.
Self pleasure is fleeting
And a poor substitute.
Yet it relives the yearning
For encounters now long gone.
Those days always at attention
Just a memory that time has wained.
The mirror has no voice
And what a blessing that can be.
For what we see is real,
You can't argue about that.
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Love ya,
Jane