You seduce with the body of a man
who’d ask a woman to lunch in Paris
Someday…
when he could afford the first class fare
Denny’s around the corner will have to do for now
And though I’ve known passion with men of experience
More than once…
Talented older and wiser men
Surely, they were incapable of lighting my heart
Not as you, with your laughing eyes
Which tickle at daybreak
In my office, with the door closed, and our clothes on…
I can’t remember the last time I wished for a younger body
Believed a truce had been made with the one I inhabit
Yet…
I find myself longing for dreams at 3 am
The daylight dance again and again
Wishing you were fifty and seven
instead of twenty and nine
Yearning for me, like you did yesterday
With those amused lake brushed eyes, not knowing yet
How to approach me or where to begin
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd
Sep 23, 2009 @ 16:42:29
Ohmy…I might have to rethink things…sultry Sara?? Denny’s will never be the same.
Sep 23, 2009 @ 16:45:47
You are full of surprises, aren’t you?
I love it.
Sep 23, 2009 @ 20:26:26
Wow, Sara — just when I think I understand your poetry, you throw me for a loop with a steamy one.
A pleasant surprise.
Sep 24, 2009 @ 11:27:03
Paris, Denny’s, Flying J, makes no difference when it comes down to what people share –no matter what their ages. it’s all a state of ‘mind’ and be-ing. Enjoy every bit of it!
Sep 24, 2009 @ 16:00:30
“Believed a truce had been made with the one I inhabit” — Love it!!
Sep 24, 2009 @ 16:10:32
Lake brushed eyes – what a great description.
Sultry, steamy, I can hear the sighs in this one.
Nov 15, 2009 @ 11:20:14
Oh, hubba, hubba! I love the texture of this, the delicate longing… Yummy!
(I’m down to once a week visits, dear Sara, due to this new job and spending time with family. But never fear, I’ll be here! Could never stay away too long from the brilliance that is you…)
~April Belle