Mirror

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…..