Grateful to have a man who writes poems for me. Dating after 50 can be pretty awesome for a little romantic like me.
I love you.
Just us. Our eyes connected. And then closed so as to get even closer.
Limbs and fingers and hearts entwined. Bliss. Joy. Chests heave up. Down. Then Silence, but for breath.
But for You and Me.
When my life insurance salesman said that I should expect to live to 125, I figured I'd better make the most of it! Being single with an empty nest is an adventure with unlimited possibilities. It can also be lonely and a little bit scary. Join me on the other side of this life.
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