Looking forward to old age

In the tenderness of our golden years, Where age and wisdom have erased our fears, We discover a depth of intimacy, As I caress her soft vagina with love's affinity. Time may have weathered our bodies old, But our desire burns with a passion untold, The touch of her delicate folds of skin, Ignites a fire that burns from deep within. In the quiet moments, our bodies entwined, A love so deep, it transcends space and time, Her softness whispers secrets of ages past, As we explore the depths of our love that will last. Intimacy blooms like a fragrant flower, With every gentle stroke, we feel its power, The connection we share, unbreakable and strong, Reminds us that love can still triumph over long. In the twilight of our shared existence, We find solace in love's exquisite persistence, With reverence and tenderness, we entwine, Creating a symphony of love that's divine.