I met a woman, well not actually met I speak to her with the written word She appears to be what I am missing We meld into one another's letters I am twenty-one years her senior But mentally, sometimes I think she is older Worldly is she, that It makes me feel I was raised in a vacuum Oh to experience her touch, her breath, her kiss The soft skin on the nape of her neck and the smooth curves that beg to be explored I wish to be in her presence, to bow before her To lift her up and carry her away if only for a week, no that wouldn't be enough So I shall be content to receive her words And bask in the knowledge that she thinks I am worthy of her time Time, I wish I could stop it, and step outside my own reality And traverse the distance between us. That is not yet meant to be.
That's beautiful. The longing in it. Wow. Twenty one years is ok, my partner's thirty years my senior It works like a dream too. Xowie xxx
Wow, 30 years. That's wonderful. Age is in the mind. And as long as two people are deeply attracted to one another, then age shouldn't matter.
That's exactly what we think. Age is truly just a state of mind. It's the connection that we made and how quickly it flouished that gets me. Love, Xowie xxx
