My fantasies when young were vivid, descriptive and rudely fun.
My fantasies when young took me to exotic locales, where everyone had a really tight bun.
My fantasies when young made my everyday grind seem more exciting and fantastically colored.
My fantasies when young as I look back on them now, cause my heart to run and my face to flush.

My fantasies mid-life caused me no strife, they seemed pretty normal for a housewife.
My fantasies mid-life consisted of hard work, the house with attached garage and kids.
My fantasies mid-life had a staid respectability, most fitting for my grand scheme for me.
My fantasies mid-life as I look back on them now, cause no angst, no embarrassing flushes, how boring.

My fantasies in my now-life cause ripples of anticipation, waves of passion, not least of which were mini-tropical vacations.
My fantasies in my now-life give me the freedom to explore, to seek out the new, to intensely feel with every fiber of my being.
My fantasies in my now-life tease and taunt me quite deliciously; I taste fully and savor each bite, I hunger for more.
My fantasies in my now-life are pleasurable for me; i wonder will my fantasies age gracefully along with me or will they fade into obscurity?