As we grow old do we lose the chance
To indulge with our partner in romance
Do we lose the feel for our lovers touch
That which we use to crave soo much
Are we embarrassed at what others might think
If from this cup we chose to drink
Do we forget the joy of skin touching skin
Must the light stay off or you can’t begin
Do the throngs of passion ebb and fade
Which each and every passing decade
No I can’t believe this could be true
My heart still feels this love for you
We may not be as taught and trim
And our features change and start to thin
But the lines of your face still are the same
Your smile your voice the sound of your name
We may not seek a sandy beach
or sneaky closet in which to meet
The foley of youth these things be
With age privacy and comfort is the key
We may not intertwine for hours
Or share together naked showers
But the warmth of your touch still lingers
As I sensually touch you with my fingers
And the comfort of your sweet caress
I still crave now never less
So when we are alone in bed
With thoughts of romance in our heads
Be sure to reach out and take the time
To be initmate with your special other it will be fine.