Autumn Love

Our Autumn Love How many ages past as I recall An image of my brawny self to quell The ominous fear of growing old soon What, Pray, intervenes to recast that spell Voluminous love of feeling and touch Render to me your body with lust Crushing embraces and wet kisses on your soft and flaccid skin, your oily shine Give impetus to move my palsied hands Across your bare exterior to soothe and utter sweet expletives in your ear Our eighty plus years have not bound our souls Just a brief sojourn to the climax of love ©Ralph Sergi April 21,2016 *This poem is not necessarely meant to be sensual but as a message to seniors that love whether physical or spiritual should be the last thing you enjoy until your dying day.