So many treasured memories of you I hold and each are gold or silver lined,

Each thought is a thousand strands of silk reaching into the archives of my mind,

If harvested I’d be the wealthiest man alive to those starved of loves sensation,

Each memory is like a flavor of love to be tasted over again to find sweet elation,

Your kiss is likened to a sugar granule with so much sweetness upon your lips,

Flavor is given the kiss as my hands absorb your shaped form around your hips,

Mounds of pleasure awaiting the awakening of my instrument of pleasure,

After so many years the doubt of youth still lingers as I wonder if I will measure,

To measure up is norm but to fail is so abnormal that men fear it more,

More than losing hair or height is the fear of ridicule of so little in store,

I’ve touched the end of your treasured canal of joy so many times I dismay,

How can I of such little worth be the chosen man at the end of courtships fray,

As my heart pumps lifeblood so rich with the ingredient of love just for you,

I explore your earlobe as I have never explored an angels lobe of ear real slow,

Parcels of moon light penetrate the window to rest upon the wooden floor,

Outside the same moonbeams rest upon the sand of the slow pulsing shore,

It is about you Patti, I feel the world should stop its turn to rest upon now,

Now is the most important event in our life’s though no one notices somehow,

Is it absence of presence or inability to understand the importance unfolding here,

With so much inspiration clad in a gown of silk annunciating cleavage two fold clear,

Swaying intrinsically emphasizes womanhood that appears years younger,

Age has no bearing on the sensations I feel since my loins have starvation’s hunger,

A rhythm plays inside my head led by the pulse my muscles of heart now make,

Time has slowed at last as I see dew form upon a leaf before it begins to shake,

I kneel in thanks again as I praise All that is Holy for placing my lowly frame here,

Touch me and I soar to levels unknown by me and for a moment it’s all so clear,

Space has boundaries to slow mankind when love catapults his heart beyond,

I am a space traveler of present state as memories newly created become fond.

The end,

For Patti, I love you little girl.