Sitting in the car
Outside my house.
After our third date.
Waiting for the rain
To stop.
No longer immune
To your many charms,
My desire for you
Radiates
From every pore in
My old body.
Making me blush.
Imagine!
Feeling waves of lust
At my age!
I take your hand,
And ask,
"Would you like to come in?"
When I really mean,
"Would you like to stay the night?"
You smile,
And whisper
"Yes"
As you gently kiss my cheek.
You open my door.
We walk towards the house,
As the rain
Drenches us.
Giving us two
Old
(not old, mature)
Lovers,
A convenient excuse
To remove wet clothing,
And snuggle
Under soft covers.
Generating enough heat
To burn down the house.
