Poem of the Week

Love of an older Woman

Remember my sweet when you fell at my feet
to declare your love for me.

You offered a decree an innocent plea
to lie in my arms and be free.

You made your move in the stable
as you caressed my raven hair

For on the straw I was laden
being stroked and kissed with care

I still feel the heat of your breast
and the taste of your honey sweet lips

I loved the joy you gave me
as you licked and stroked and flicked

I got lost in the moment of pleasure
and the need to be taken in lust

I ignored the years between us
and entwined in a bond of trust

I climaxed at the touch of your delicate tongue
it awoke my womanly need

To be taken this way your bird of prey
was beyond my wildest dreams

So lie with me forever
and be my maiden fair

And when I awake in the morning
I always want you there.