The one morning a week when there’s no clock to punch…the one day you can loll in each others arms till your heart’s content.
It’s also the day when my geisha girl comes out at her fullest, scurrying away to plug in the coffee and grease a cookie sheet. When he murmurs, “Where ya goin Darlin?” You whisper…”Sleep Sweetie…I’ll be right back.”
You lovingly cover him up, his long, lanky frame in a well deserved rest making him look so much younger than his 60 plus years. Yes, even my imagination is age appropriate.
When people say, go find a younger guy, I laugh. For what? I want an older guy who can still canoodle like a school boy while teaching me something, if not for him, I’d never know.
That’s sexy…to be well-read with the gift of sharing with your lady fair.
You hang onto every word, your heart pumping, legs entwined like tangled yarn…you notice how young he still looks, especially when he’s talking about what he loves….music..books, a little Maltese he used to have…and let’s not forget you.
When you crawl back to bed and he says, “Hmm, what smells so good?” You say, “Me, and the scones I just put in the oven.”
You nestle in the crook of his arm so inviting while he gently brushes your hair with his palm like your dad used to do, making you feel safe and loved.
When the bell to the oven goes off to say breakfast is ready, he holds you tighter so you can’t geisha away.
“They’ll keep,” he says, as you make love like two 16 year-olds without a care (or scone) in the world…