Male, 52, too old to date ? Surely, I think not !

A dream I dreamt:

her skin had an aroma,

supple and alive, like the

redolence of rainy meadows,

her lips, supple, eager,

honeydew and mirth,

waiting, wanting

her eyes, calling,

beckoning,

her sighs, like a sweet song

of a faraway lute.

her bosom, waiting, ample,

engulfed me

into its soothing warmth.

when we kissed,

time seemed to wait,

unrushed, unhasty, unhurried.

her body,

like a morning flower,

blooming to the sunrays,

opened to my touch,

her heart, responding, receiving,

caring, reciprocating,

feelings entwined, in rapture

A symphony of wanton lust,

our bodies melted,

into each other's passion

rushing blood,

beating hearts,

rhythm in unison

for moments

that seemed suspended

in time,

we were one,

not just together,

but singular,

in synchronicity.

Male, 52, Mumbai.