Sweeter the Juice

Sweet, bitter, or in between. Maybe a little of both. Jeckle and hyde, or more like Jacklyn and Hilda, split personalities, I love em all, big or small red hair and all. Women, girls, I love em all, Mostly in between. See, I'm at twenty six, fixed, on older women above age twenty three. To me, these are the ripening years, when girls become women. When what they want become natural as spring water. I have tasted the juices of many vintages. Like a ripened wine. Like a grape, turned from sour to sweet. like a mango mixed delicately with a peach. Older, mature woman are what I fancy. I compare to an exquisite Cabernet, Or like the Martini's I drink dry. Why do I like older women? Why? I have tried, experimented with youth, only to find an abundance of drama queen feelings. Wild emotions that flare with each conversation, with each vacation I take to the pub, or to the club. Each accusation is followed by my truth. Still, she'll explode. I then realize it is her youth. I love em all though, all shapes, sizes and creeds. To satisfy my hunger, to satisfy my needs. Most times I like my coffee black sugar sweet no cream. I mix my vanilla cappuccino, her milk frothed until she steams. I think back, remember, this woman age thirty nine. She must have had the ingredient to the fountain of youth. In truth, a pure "dime". A dime piece, slang, for a magnificent woman, a stunning woman. She would take me to unexpected feelings, places buried deep inside my mind. she was kind! This beautiful woman, age thirty nine.... Jared Pickett 4/28/07 Asavvy1