I have celebrated my senior sexuality
This year of sexty eight.
My juiciness is something I honor
I am not a crone.
Imagine the jungle where monkeys mate
There are tribal rules they follow
Time has led me to this place beyond rules
I am floating free and at peace with who I am.
Dreaming of a gentle time
Where my skin is caressed and awakened
Flesh pressing against other flesh
Igniting old passions, extinguishing others.
I have been sculpted by time
Becoming more of myself
Always sexy, always curious
Practical and relatively safe.
A cutie with an edge
I have always been in my prime
Taking it one day at a time
Eternally grateful for this earth
Zanelle 