Crone Poem #1

Jorge

Listening to the rain
I remember
Pinching the tip
Of your tiny penis
Just the way you
Taught me
To help you
Slow it down
Not for my pleasure
But for yours
I am twenty years older now
Than you were then
But that was twenty-six years ago
How young I was
To think you so aged and wise
Oh the years I have wasted
On
Futsy little pricks