Let me see your beauty, I need to gather you near,
As my eyes do seek, yet cannot see till well up close.
Let me smell your scent kept especially for me.
Your hands once smooth yet have worked so hard for us.
Your heart beats in time with mine with the occasional skipped beat, an ageing sign.
I gather you close, for an embrace of remembrance of our youth, those sexually heady caresses.
Now, it is with heartfelt gratitude for the love we have shared all this time.
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