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Mirror

In this mirror asks
Who stands before thee?

Recognize not her
She could not be me

Once before this reflection clear
Stood a maiden young and dear.

Hair flowing, glowing skin smooth and soft
Breasts full and supple  
Lips tender hot.

Desirous in beauty to all eyes behold.
Men sought no other,
Greatest price foretold.

Yet in this youth of beauty body
Bold and tight ,
Desire fulfillment it’s pleasure release
Wasted youth did fright.

Threw my passing journey
This body changed indeed,
Pleasure inhabitation all this
Has been freed.

My body aged it’s true I see
A price to pay for this change in me.

Warm ,damp- open
Receptive hunger may
No ecstasy comparable. 
A thirst that grows each day.

Places in my youth not dared
Are joyous enrapture 
That we, my lover share.

For in my bed 
My body is fed
And age forgotten
The fear and dread.

For fly outside to cosmic sparks
Bram rays bursting from head to toe
Moment longer 
Please no more
Too much pleasure
Higher I can’t go.


Yet another evening in your arms

Your mastery skill
You play my fill
My aging beauty forgets it’s woes
Gives way to gods cruel will

So again here I stand in this
Mirror day
Recognize not this face
Who’s  lines betray my grace

Gentle soft passion
Ferrous  hard sexuality
A thirsty hungry women
Wanting love fulfillment 
Hunger body explained

Yet to my few and far suitors
See not this passion stored

Wanting not excitement 
In the arms of freedoms door 
Choose instead another
Whose youth valued
Great and move

Time and life no mark behind
On faces glowing pretty

Native to pleasure explosions 
Lie curious closed secure doors
Can hot hope to please 
The man whom I in 
Age, not me and, I abhor

Once in my arms
I believe no other find
Can he be
For I am aging beauty
Comparison 
Never her youth to me

For in the bedroom judgment 
Whore bonds of love are forged
And waged 
No faces glowing pretty
Can trap a man
As to this cage.

Where he will came each
Evening, morning, noon or night
Begging, longing, pleading
Cage, love me, please me
Never out of sight

So from my answer to my mirror 
The reflection on this day is clear
Who stands before thee
She is me
An aging beauty proud and free.

Distance separate
Heals my wounds 
Slowly, gently
Yet yearning swirls
And bathes my pain 
Wanting, needing to see you again…..
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