the cure for growing old

a younger woman
barely an adult in my eyes
regardless of what her driver’s license says
she was sexy
her body felt too good under my touch
too good, like I was being spoiled
too good, like I was normally not allowed to touch
someone like her
like I was sneaking a feel before I could be caught
like I was driving a luxury car that I know I can’t afford
skin so soft
you feel your hands soften from just rubbing her
body so nubile and responsive
no stiffness or rigidity
the knowledge that she could move and bend
in any way you wished
assume any position you could imagine
that knowledge driving you even more mad
sex with a younger woman
barely an adult
no matter what her passport tells
a vacation from my age
a drink from the fountain

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