1. Love in Old Age


    Date: 1/27/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: Will_greybeard, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this outer shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive gaze of the world, Blinded by the harsh glare of common sense. Outwardly I may be on the dread path That leads to mortal decay and old age, My limbs may now be clothed in sagging flesh, Where in my youth there was beauty of form, Tautly balanced muscles, lithe grace and poise, And though my joints are stiff, and my knees groan In protest each time I rise from my chair, To my inward mind I am still that youth Who rejoiced in unbounded energy, Striding confident into the future, Bold in manly strength and undimmed vigour. My love, though you will one day share my fate, And age will steal the lustre from your hair, Your body prey to the ravages of time, Which process none by will alone can halt, In your soft beauty I will still delight, And in the bright fields of our secret love We will still run and play, ...
    eternally joined In one flesh, our souls naked in joyful Ecstasy, rising up in sweet rapture, As we consummate our mutual passion, Day after day riding on clouds of bliss As we enter paradise with one mind. The blissful feel of your soft lips on mine Will never lose its delicious savour Our tongues entwining in such sweet delight. In the new world of our eternal joy, Your naked breasts will still be soft and pert, As on my chest your excited nipples Trace entrancing patterns of hot desire. And the soft folds of your female centre Will swell and grow beneath my tender touch, Enfolding me in their gentle embrace, My hard and urgent manhood thrusting deep Into the heart of your welcoming soul, There to spill its sweet offering of love. This truth is sure, that none can ever spoil, We are for ever destined to be one, United in body, mind and spirit, Our love triumphant over death itself. And so once more I humbly ask and pray That you will never trample on my dreams, For in them lies my only hope of joy, And in your arms is my eternity.
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