By Gala
Date: 30 June 2000
Seduction By Heart
The thought occurs
as he sits reading the paper
white hair gleaming
a body well used--
worn, but nor finished
that the woman in the other room
going quietly about
seduced him
back when women
didn't do such things.
She was a one---
full of piss and vinegar,
a lady make no mistake---
but beneath those
skirts and slips and unmentionables
she was a lioness---a tiger
alive with hunger
aware of love
pitying her sisters
for thinking it duty.
Forty years she's shared his life
born his children
and slept beside him
and he was just damned lucky
that when he said please
she said "Damn Yes:.
He rises
walks to the other room
with a thank you on his mind
and when the door opens
the white haired lady
of a certain age is vanished
and in her place
is a jet haired, jet eyed girl
with lips ripe for kissing
legs that won't quit,
and breasts to do a sweater proud.
She smiles at him---
so saucy, so inviting
that his heart does a tiny flip in his chest.
And her eyes sparkle
like black diamonds
and she stands there in that hip shot way
and whispers
"What are you waiting for?"
He'd forgotten he could move that fast---
reaches out half afraid to touch
and she meets him halfway
catching his chin
and planting a kiss
with those soft moist lips
that makes his head sing
and his loins throb
Forty years before
he came home early
on the barest excuse
to make love to her...
and when life intruded
careers got going
and babies came
she let herself forget
the ways they lost themselves
in each other arms,
forgot the hours he would spend
worshipping her body
suckling her breasts
earnestly loving her
to screaming joy
and simple bliss.
And now they were alone again
and it never occured to her
that they could be lovers again---
as they had been once.
Not the same skin,
not the same bodies
could the fire dance between them
all these years gone by?
She kissed him
kissed him again
and felt long embers
flare against fresh dry wood
sparks---
he was the same man---
young
fresh
vital
alive
but he had never changed
in her eyes
and now to feel him
move slowly against her
made the years fade away
like the smoke in a lounge
where they had danced
years before
and been mistaken
for lovers
rather than husband and wife.
He held her in his arms
trembling, warm
took her hand shyly
and together they walked to their bed.
Hurrying is for children
so he took his sweet time,
kissing her tenderly
each time a button opened,
tasting her skin---
so sweet
so female
so her.
Who knew how many times
her thighs had opened to him
dewy
jjewel like
and his?
But this time---
this time the blood roared in his ears,
her juices was sweet nectar
and he was holding her
for the first time
so on fire
with the desire to take her
that he felt more crazy than sane.
He could see her
dancing
laughing
loving him
and when the last of their clothing fell away
and it was time for the love making
he could not speak
to break the sacred silence
could not defile
what was happening
with commonplace words.
Her eyes flashed
she moaned a sweet soft sigh
and it began for her
as it always had
and she held his head between her hands
and felt his tongue touch hers
in the instant
their bodies joined again---
for the very first time.
Wine improves with age---
Scotch becomes more smooth
with the onset of years
and love?
Love is the instant when a man
feels the little death upon him
smiles at her with all his heart,
and sees her as she is,
hair white,
skin no longer supple
but his wife,
his woman,
his lover,
beautiful for once and always
because of whom he became
in her heart,
and in her arms.
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