Life Begins at Forty

Life really begins at forty Or so I have been told It wasn’t so very long ago I though that was quite old. But that was before I got there And long before I met you I never used to question things But now some things I do. Like how I can feel so very young When I’ve hit this “ancient” age And how I can even love again And feel my passions rage. Like why I seem to get giddy Just to hear your sweet voice I’d have loved you from a younger age Had I been given such a choice. But we lived our own separate lives For the first forty years or so The future sure does look “golden” now And not just as the years go. For this love is the purest thing I’ve known And your beauty is worth more than gold Your breasts will satisfy my every need And I’ll keep you warm in the cold. Your head shall lay upon my chest My hand shall caress you at night Our love will be there to guide us home Like a beacon that’s burning bright. And then my mouth shall kiss your body Not just your lips, but from hair to feet And I shall drink forever from your love And those waters that I find so sweet. So I’m glad that life begins at forty And not at fifty or sixty-two I’d never want to live an extra day Without sharing my love with you...I had the "dubious honor" of being the last to "contribute" at Written-by-Me... this is that item... (Hope I don't "close down" this place too!) ;-) Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 01:51 AM PST   0 • 8