Unprecedentedly forbidden we are
Deliciously defying convention
This young man finds silly my old fashioned way
Like turning off the lights and dressing for bed
He is wild and free preferring to be natural
He insists that the slope of my breast is beautiful
Covered up and yet to be worshipped when naked
Anywhere, everywhere he tunes my body like one
Seeking gold in a naked light, pure unfiltered sun
He strokes the ampleness of my curved belly and thigh
No longer tight and supple as his
Languishing, lazily and longingly, easy with the awe of
Something unfound, my landscape of time passing
My hand seeks the slow changes with a timid
Exploration always ending in the evidence of his tumescence
This young man with no history wants to hear my stories
And he listens to my life, wishes, hopes and dreams
Validating my need to be wistful and young if only inside.
While we lie spooned he enters me quickly and I am
Startled by the sharp sensation, pleasured in his immediate and
Evident desire and need, wanting me to respond in kind
And I do, wondrous at my body’s rhythm and acceptance
Afterwards he always sleeps, spent, sated and consumed
And I must dress and leave because to stay, leaves me
No alternate reality to come back to.
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