AN OLD MAN REMEMBERS LIFE AND LOVE
"I can't find the pie I baked to donate to the county fair," she said in great despair. "Get up!" I said. "By gosh, you're gonna squash it. You're sitting on it. It's right there beneath your bottom on the chair."
"Who took off my clothes last night?" I asked, turning on the bedroom light.
"You might remember, It was I," she replied with great delight. "Your " passionate yawn turned me on. Your peck on my cheek made me weak. Ahh, but when we did IT, that was IT!"
"What Was IT?" I was confused.
She was amused. "Don't you recall? You squeezed me tight, turned off the light and.."
“How could I forget? It was the first time our bodies met, We tried, clumsily. I feared if I had a premature manipulation it might dampen my lover’s anticipation of satisfaction, a reaction to two who enjoy mutual physical attraction.
“We were awkward at first, but our thirst for each other convinced me we were destined to be lovers forever. We quickly wed and went straight from the preacher to the bed, as court sanctioned legal husband-wife relations, and continued our nightly sexual celebration.
“I remember, when I was eighty two and you had just turned seventy nine. What we did was just divine. I looked at yours, you looked at mine Those valentines said it all.”
“We shared a glass of wine, undressed and went to bed, lay close together cheek to cheek, vowed our everlasting love and went to sleep, counting sheep.”
Our sex was through, but something new has taken its place. A soft embrace, a smiling face, fond memories of the used to be that is no more, Isn’t that really what old age is for?