A poem I thought up this morning...

I want an older woman in my arms...
I would try my best to resist her charms...
I know that with all my willpower it would be futile,
especially when she kisses my neck as I doodle...
Kiss me, kiss me, oh my god, yes...
No, I can't do this, we can't have sex...
She's older than my very own mother but somehow we're both craving
to be a part of one another...
Coaxing me that it's alright, for sheer delight,
no need to be polite, let's just take a bite...
Out of that passion for each other that we feel...
Wow, what ecstasy, could this be real?
Now we find ourselves several times a day, wanting,
adoring each other, making memories...
On her knees, and when I reciprocate she says,
"oh yes please!" as she hands me keys...
To her place away I go, to & fro,
just to let you know, that now we love each other so.
Now I say, "so what that she's older than my mother
and I younger than her own son...
Life is way too short to worry about petty numbers,
and this feeling is A # 1... Prime Choice that is."