The Echo of My Youthful Roar, an Old Man’s Lament
I so long to kiss her sweet lips and feel the warmth of her mouth on mine, I’ve not forgotten, even though it has been quite some time.
In my mind I can still recall how it felt to hold a female form in soft embrace, and kiss that sweet angelic face.
To have my senses filled with freshly shampooed hair, mingled with a compatible pheromone scent, that of a woman I found so fair.
To feel her body pressed to mine, hers a delicate girth; while gazing into eyes that reflect back to me my own self worth.
But I’m now too old to find a free and willing partner for my final days; what follows next is unclear, as if in a haze.
I am but a blossom past its bloom, gone to seed so long ago. My children are all that’s left of my sunnier days that now I must forego.
I can still hear the echo of my youthful roar; but only in sleep will my dreams reveal my lover’s charms that still appeal.