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This aging thing...

Eh...

    I don't fear it.

    I don't stress it.

    I don't 'plasticize' it

    Or over-moisturize it.

    For it is what it is-aging.

In fact,

 I embrace it.

  Pull it close...closer,

   Like a bare sinewy chest

    Pressed tightly to mine.

     For me,

you see...

      A woman of my years,

       48 isn't fatal...

         It's downright fun.

Its my prime time.

It's a reawakening of senses

      Of sensuality

      Of insatiable desires

I thought long dead with the past.

But no......

Ohhhh no.......

They are very much, so very much

Alive and  needing.

For after too many years

In a deadened state of being

-Untouched

-Unloved

-Unsatisfied

...I walked proudly away

With a high-held head

And the desire to find love

A desire to be

-Touched

-Loved

-Satisfied

For there is no way

I will ever again

     Settle for

                      less

Or miss out on this-

The most

   Erotic

   Rhapsotic

   Hypnotic 

and exciting phase

Of my womanhood-

-My prime time

To be loved

           And to love.