Just slower, that’s all
The steps to your unraveling
More to enjoy in the time
I’m taking to divest you of your
Skirt and blouse while nuzzling
Your neck with the whisper
Of my lips.

And yes, it’s true that once
We performed contortions
On these springs and tore
Through clothing we could
Ill-afford to lose. But caring
Not for tomorrow, we made
Wild love that we remember
Now mostly in our smiles.

Your neck has lost none of its allure;
Your breasts still tingle against
My lips; your soft vibrato moans
Still arouse me when I touch
Your velvet, liquid core.

Careful not to stretch muscles
Which were keener once
In youthful play and no longer wild
With limbs that are prone to creaking
When we push them to their
Lovely limits, we love on

And now, with no need to hurry
To the end, I can tell you how
It feels to be ensconced inside you;
To be worshiped as I pray at your
Lovely altar, which age and time
Have only beautified beyond the
Realm of any gods to know

You are still lovely, love;
Still wanted;
Still so sublimely mine.

Where to us, entwined, age is just a number

06/14/2013

Posted on 06/14/2013
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