The birds scattered sparkles from the old birdbath,
while sunbeams flashed through the leaves of trees
that shaded a man, in an old deck chair, as he dreamed
of his fun days of youth, when the sparkles then
were reflected from buttons, strategically placed to thrill
yet hide, the secret seductions of dancing girls.
A flickering smile teased his lips, as breeze-rippled leaves
cast moving lace patterns on his tired grey face.
When she bent down, her hair brushed his ears, as gently
she kissed, first his eyes, then his lips, while the warmth
and aroma of her bosom, held close to his face,
aroused his senses. As if in a trance, his arms reached
toward her, to unite with her beauty and grace.
"It's time to come home lad," -- she breathed in his ear
as she entered his arms, when spiritual sensations
of orgasmic-like pleasure, began without end.
"Wake up Dad, here's your afternoon tea, don't let it get cold!
DAD! -- DAD! Oh my gosh! D-a-ad! D-A-A-D!"