Life Hurries On

Life hurries on and at this moment,

at this very moment

she is touched by the touch of his hands,

one slipped twixt her breasts,

the other feeling its way to her pants

Old she may be, all wrinkles and rickety limbs,

but she is grateful to him for the attention he gives,

for she lives and she breathes and she wants and she needs

and she is beautiful both inside and out.

He is as ancient as she is, memory fading and pissing of pants,

fears of tomorrows’ and the forbidding ‘no dad, you can’t(s).’  

It’s not right dad.  You’re too old dad.  Seriously,

I think it’s a teeny bit grubby.  No dad, forget it, you just can’t. 

You can’t fall in love again – you just can’t.

But he loves her and the drive is still there,

keeps him alive and in this moment of passion he lives how he loves,

gives all that he is to this woman he holds in his hands. 

He is beautiful.

He is all over her and she loves it,

loves the love of it, the intimacy of it,

maybe   even the lust of it, but it’s a want and a need,

and she loves the feelings that come with it,

that powerful needing and wanting, the soon to be ecstasy

as he fumbles his way  to her heart.

Anna :o]

As an ancient one, this article  'How to have great sex in later life' in Patient interested me greatly as it touches on the sexuality of the more mature individual, the older and wiser person, as I am.  :o]

There is a certain societal taboo with regards to us older folk having sex as it somehow feels ‘dirty’ to those younger than us, for as we all know sex is that wonderful drug that is only the property of the young…  I do remember as a spotty teenager hoping beyond hope that my parents had only had sex three times resulting in me and my brother and sis, for it didn’t bear thinking about that they actually would do that for the sheer enjoyment of it, as they were far far to old, and it just wouldn’t be right.  I also remember my eldest son (teenage then) asking if his dad and I still had sex for he never heard us…  None of your business son!

Shared with the good folk at Poets United, hosted by the lovely Mary.  Cheers Mary!

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