The moon strokes her lovely hair
like a mother would her child
her porcelain face upturned
her pink lips slightly parted
maybe awaiting a kiss
from a prince

not a frog like me

looking in the mirror
not recognizing the reflection
when this face got so old
I have no recollection

creases around the eyes
skin looking like leather
time taking it's toll
worn out by the weather

body breaking down
getting difficult to stand
arthritis is a problem
especially in my hand

hair growing in my ears
and growing out my nose
growing places it shouldn't be
even on my toes

sight a little blurry
getting difficult to see
getting up every hour
just to go ***

even though this body
will break down and age
the fire for you inside me
will continue to rage

beauty is in your eyes
and love spills
from your touch
your gentle smile
invites me
to secret places
the scent of your skin
invigorates my soul
silky thighs call to me
as I rest my head
upon your belly
I breathe slowly
upon your throat
and everything changes
the night awaits

Your delicate face
has taken residence
in my deepest dreams
eyes the color of cappuccino
with lengthy raven curls
upon your bronzed skin
and your smile
as beautiful
as the morning sun
may I never wake again