Age Should Never be Just An End Point (it’s a privilege)

You haven’t seen my girl.
She’s much to old for me.
But her eyes are the prettiest and the youngest I’ve ever seen.
Little pools of placid blue with just the right depth of wisdom.
They always take me in with such warmth and need that I’m in no hurry to put on my clothes again.
She warms my soul.
I warm her body.
That’s all either of us need.

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