An Easy Kind of Love

Your presence is a fluttering in the throb of my pulse. Our wide-open eyes collide with a zealous sexual urgency. Your body heat swirls beneath my skin as we wrestle with fierce passions. We are clasped in the hasp of a thankful ardor, saturated and pulled with pleasure-trussed stirrings. That was then; that was when young people were not so young. Now I take my ese watch songbirds come to the garden feeder, count sparrows as they bathe in a glittering puddle. There are many paths to arousal, nowadays I take the slow way, hold your aging hand enjoying the love-making of this year’s youthful squirrels as they chase each other in the trembling tee-tops. The evening arrives gently ushers us to rest within those timeless arms that the well acquainted always have for each other.