Du Laesst Dich Geh'N

I know my bosom is no longer young, the swell is gone or somewhat less attractive there was a time that you would stare with your hot tongue at every part of me and ask me to be active. Yes I have shrivelled up a bit and wrinkles have now squatted on my 'sweet face' that you would never tire of we had our dates, subject to all the time that was alotted by my strict Dad who screamed at us with his pipe-smoking cough. But just this morning, when the rays of our sun stole in the bedroom and the sheets exposed your elfin skin I started crying when I thought how your left bun had always been my favourite, yes, I grin I knew right then that it would matter not at all the outward signs of aging or the wrinkles so let's get up my sweet and have a real ball I will be sitting here to listen for your tinkles.