there was time
when i would have been thrilled
to welcome your gorgeous body
into my bed
but now
i want someone
who can discuss the summa theologica
whilst we peg out the washing
on the clothesline
together in the sunshine
and then make scones for afternoon tea
listening to George Benson
sorry sweetheart
too late !
INDEED...
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Stay Safe
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much love...
The second phase has a calming effect. Good shift :)
ReplyDeleteI agree. :)
DeleteSo true; make your moves when you can but not when it is too late!
ReplyDeleteThe best lover has so many sides...They all show up 7 not just in the bedroom, eh?
ReplyDeleteSuccinctly stated, R. Awesome write.
There is a time for gorgeous bodies, but I agree – as we mature, we want much more interesting qualities.
ReplyDeleteOur view of the horizon definitely broadens as we get older. Wonderful writing Rall!!
ReplyDeleteOur tastes DO change after a bit of life experience! I enjoyed your poem!
ReplyDeleteI guess there comes a time with age that pleasure values change. I'm old and haven't had an inconvenient headache yet.
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With age, we begin to look for substance, don't we? Well penned!
ReplyDeleteThere does come a time, when useful and comfortable and trustworthy are more attractive than anything else in the world.
ReplyDeleteI’m with you, bring on the scones! Blueberry please.
ReplyDeleteFair enough.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should consider a cloistered contemplative order? 😎
ReplyDeleteMaybe he can do all that also :)
ReplyDeleteYep, there comes a day when wild loves a cuddle.
ReplyDeleteValues change. Oh well.
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