Twenty Nine

Poem About Wanting A Younger Person

Twenty-Nine

He was only twenty-nine
sexy charming, and appealing to the eyes.
His skin silky smooth, softer than a baby's behind
I wanted this young man to be all mine.

Although many have said you're way too old,
but being in his presence was music to my soul.
He brought me joy and pleasure,
whenever I came around.
He was my forbidden treasure,
One that I'm so glad I found.

So who cares if he's only twenty-nine?
His stamina, finesse and grace
is truly one of a kind, and
He's good at making me smile,
I hope he stays around for a lifetime.