The longest time periods in my life are when I can’t make love to you,

To some I sound a man obsessed unable to exist with nothing else to do,

I am busy, so very busy, unknown to most, running a company we own,

But with a vacant minute I look for you as it is time my love is shown,

Your age has brought no barrier to light other than you’re more beautiful now,

Thus, I must take time to absorb each beauty line I’ve caused somehow,

If not for me you are ageless for it is I that has worried your little heart,

Try as I may to remain in good health, rust sadly continues to fall apart,

When one loves another deeply time is lost in their presence quite often,

With you my hazel eyed beauty I appreciate that time makes you soften,

No words are found to describe how quickly your touch brings desire,

A kiss on my check for the millionth time can be the kiss to ignite a fire,

To make love to you is a desirous taking I accept full and ready to please,

I place it upon myself to please you to levels of ecstasy before I can ease,

An hour of love making is nearly too short to attain the levels we know,

It’s kept us healthy in one regard as we never allow our heartbeat to slow,

But it’s more than that, so many have no way to understand the reason,

It’s the desire to be one and whole, within your essence without illusion,

Your eyes or sigh alludes a want easily read by a man that knows you so,

The fact that I am that man is a trophy for my id although only I will know,

A surgery soon will slow me down as they operate on that needed part,

Remember my adorable angel although I can’t make love, you own my heart,

I will please you at night or anytime if allowed or upon your sweet request,

I will love you forever and prove my love by satisfying you at your behest.

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby, good morning!