[To all you lovers in an “age-gap” relationship, wherever you are, may happiness be with you always.]
O, my delicious nymph, on a sheet
of virginal purity and purely replete
with blood-red knee-socks
and knickers of innocent rose;
with ponies tethering your locks
as my fingers rub your toes.
I long to taste thee like strawberries ripe
and ice-cream soft but firm to bite,
and lick like lollies sweet pert breasts
then lay a kiss on your lower cherry lip
with your cool hands upon my chest,
as we love in our secret friendship.
Ours is a passion like falling snow.
Ours is a desire no-one can know.
Ours is a union nearly forbidden.
Where Cupid sees not a lover’s age,
we reside, older and younger as one
and write words of love on our page
of life here on this bed, under this sun.
14th April 2017
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