Age with grace
She wore her years with quite grace ,
Each on adding depth to her beauty.
And in the intimacy of the night ,
age seemed less a number and more a story written in her skin
Her breath trembled, her eyes softened,
and desire moved through her with confidence of experience .
At fifty, sixty or beyond , passion had not left her-
It had simply grown wiser, deeper, and more certain of what it wanted.
And when the night finally grew quite, she rested beside him with a gentle smile, knowing that her age had never made her less worthy of being desired.
Each on adding depth to her beauty.
And in the intimacy of the night ,
age seemed less a number and more a story written in her skin
Her breath trembled, her eyes softened,
and desire moved through her with confidence of experience .
At fifty, sixty or beyond , passion had not left her-
It had simply grown wiser, deeper, and more certain of what it wanted.
And when the night finally grew quite, she rested beside him with a gentle smile, knowing that her age had never made her less worthy of being desired.
36-40, M