just thoughts

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.

 

The years pass slowly, I cherish every day;

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.

~~~

2014