More than a thousand moons separate you and I
You have sucked in the air longer than I have
Your eyes have seen things I can only imagine
You have been here earlier than I

Time has been so kind to you
Or maybe not noticed you at all
You blush when I say how beautiful you are
And point to the faint wrinkles on your face
You remind me of my youth and emphasize your age
Wary of the great chasm between our years
What does it matter to me?
What does it matter if I have to cross the bridge of Time
To get to your heart


The almost taboo attraction I have towards you
Will never be understood neither explained
Your ageless beauty
Draws me nearer
Like the bee to the nectar
Time and again you explain to me why it wouldn't work
Voicing hidden fears
Reason and logic
Common sense and wisdom
All fall on deaf ears
As I resolve to make you mine

Your beauty shames the fair and nubile maidens
The power of your sex appeal makes me weak at the knees
The older the better
The more mature the sexier
Am I wrong?
Or am I intoxicated at the the thought of tasting old, mature wine?

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Glad you bumped this cause it's beautiful ....Especially when read thru these well "seasoned" eyes!

Thank you. You are beautiful.

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