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.
Life after 50 