Romance on the Porch
The years pass slowly, I cherish every day;
When we were younger, we sure did play.
As the sun sets on our time together;
Swinging on the porch, whatever the weather.
Hand in hand, listening to the chain squeak;
This romance on the porch still has a mystique.
My mind is not as sharp, my memory wanes;
You touch my forearm gently, a smile remains.
I remember our passion of over 50 years;
I feel your finger gently tickle my old ears.
Surging blood tingles my nose to my toes;
Imagining your warm body under your clothes.
Remembering those days when we did play.
I smile, looking deeply into your blue eyes;
My hand caresses tenderly your soft thighs.
We hold hands again, swinging in the night;
Romance on the porch, an intimate delight.