When I Was Young And In My Prime. Poem by Anthony Fry

A touch responding to interpretation.
Floating petals flushed cheeks kiss.
A whisper lingering soft sweetness.
Happy gazing at laughing blue eyes.

Bizarre melting expressions so devine.
Enjoying a moment of meek thoughts.
Sailing in sleeps mysterious dreams.
Somewhere beyond untrodden pebbles.

I tingle looking your piercings a tattoo.
Your illness and pains I suffer with you.
A spring chicken you'll never grow old.
Us in paradise imagining cosy cruises.

Small hands held in my strong hands.
Massaging those thoughts so naughty.
Enchanting body merges within mine.
Summer nights naked alongside you.

When I was young and in my prime.
I used to think like this all the time.
But now I am getting old and grey.
I pretend i'm thinking it twice a day.