Old Lover

The old lover holds her hard
Deep inside and waiting still
Like a master craftsman
Molding and shaping her pleasure
With his flawless technique
Pulsing on that place
Hard found by lesser cock
And lesser imagination
Than his patience has sown
She quivers

Saved from the wolves
She rests in his refuge
Comfortable in its treasure
Stimulated in his lore
Warmed by his heated want
Lying naked to the will
Of perfect hunger
As no part of her escapes his lips
Earning her lust
She shivers

The old lover's strength endures
And is patient in her desire for him
She dies a thousand times there
With her deepest needs filled
The perfect man
Creating a perfect lover in her
As he ponders the poem
He has just written with her
Watching her sleep contented
As she dreams of a young lover