His body is still warm to the touch.
He has a large nose.
When he turns his head
his salt and pepper hair is tousled.
His bum rests on my thighs
as I spoon him in bed,
my breasts pressed up against his back.
I listen to his breath
as he sleeps content to be next to this man.
He says he is old but I think he has ripened wonderfully!
Saturn's Premier Poet 