The greatest thing about middle-aged women, their finest moments, will likely occur to me in slow-motion when I arrive comfortably in the diaper of my late sixties.
I will look about and think out loud, Yes, yes, yes... she moves like a lovely viagra inhalator.
Contemplate the oval mystery that is woman, the imperfect elliptic of life.
Oh, sweet mother galaxy... provide thine oysters.
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