contemplativeHer Intimacy
Twenty-five have passed
now she’s sixty-six
yet in this world of dream
her beauty is timeless
introductions were made
a beauty women coming forth
to gaze at my naked butt
(remember it was a dream)
the was covered full
with blanket (or large towel)
dancing in the crowd
she knew me from the past
I rolled with the preface
not to turn down friendliness
from there it really weird
as we walked as one
her standing in the back
hiding my exposed bum
then she rode on my back
(my pants had returned)
through the hotel’s rooms
the lobby larger than most
a connection was remembered
when my ex entered
then leaving for late dinner
after the intros were made
pizza parlor fare
time to withdraw to bed
competing with another five
suitors of both sex
for her retired repose
the leader was a dude
I chided him for his pride
that he could be there each night
while stating it was alright
that I would delay my turn
I had waited a quarter century
to meet one still splendid
and could wait until future dream
for the comfort of her intimacy.
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