The Best Time Of My Life
Late life love is vintage Cognac. Distilled and fractionated years ago, it was put into a cask and sealed. What ever love there was mixed with the wine and waited, all the while aging, blending and mellowing.
Late life love is liquor like no other. Uncork it and the aroma fills your nostrils; you breathe deeply. You take a sip and find it velvety, tingly and somewhat heady. You feel alive again and you know if you continue, you will become addicted. You are old enough to know the signs and are wary of them. Too many times the feeling you now have has proven disastrous.
But this Armagnac has a lingering aftertaste and you want more if it.
That’s the way it is with Marion and me. We were cautious but determined and we slowly drank in the best of each other. We became late life lovers with romance our daily cocktail.
I consider myself the most fortunate of men. Marion is a treasure that grows in value with each passing day. She is a soft spoken, good-looking woman, tender, loving and affectionate. She is a sweet woman, truly the sweetest woman I’ve ever known. Our days are filled with schmoozing, touching, cuddling and kissing. She does her thing and I do mine and there is much we do together. I love what we do together and I love being with her.
Nary a cross word or a scowling face has passed between us since the day we met.
I have never known such contentment.
I love Marion dearly and have great affection for her.
I take every day as it comes and treasure every hour that I
have with her.
The time that I have with Marion is the best time of my life.
I may be dying but I’ve never been happier.
Late life love is liquor like no other. Uncork it and the aroma fills your nostrils; you breathe deeply. You take a sip and find it velvety, tingly and somewhat heady. You feel alive again and you know if you continue, you will become addicted. You are old enough to know the signs and are wary of them. Too many times the feeling you now have has proven disastrous.
But this Armagnac has a lingering aftertaste and you want more if it.
That’s the way it is with Marion and me. We were cautious but determined and we slowly drank in the best of each other. We became late life lovers with romance our daily cocktail.
I consider myself the most fortunate of men. Marion is a treasure that grows in value with each passing day. She is a soft spoken, good-looking woman, tender, loving and affectionate. She is a sweet woman, truly the sweetest woman I’ve ever known. Our days are filled with schmoozing, touching, cuddling and kissing. She does her thing and I do mine and there is much we do together. I love what we do together and I love being with her.
Nary a cross word or a scowling face has passed between us since the day we met.
I have never known such contentment.
I love Marion dearly and have great affection for her.
I take every day as it comes and treasure every hour that I
have with her.
The time that I have with Marion is the best time of my life.
I may be dying but I’ve never been happier.
