Growing Older … with Love

People are my everything,
Senses reaching out, embracing someone.
Wanting to touch and be touched—to delight
In each small gesture and utterance—
Finding wonder in soft words
And love in my heart

I remember loving.
Never tasting the Sweet fragrance
of a soft belly in the Way I do now—
Feeling each centimeter of skin—
Aging fingers still capable and Tender
caressing each other until we shudder—
in sublime delight

I am more romantic now.
Vulnerable and open—
accepting love
without expectation.
No longer needing to impress or prove
that I am lovable—I am worthy
of tenderness and sighs.
Alone and always together
we dance.

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