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Click hereIt's good an older man can understand,
From his experience, all that I feel;
And knows it in his core: he can expand
My knowledge with a touch that will reveal
His kindness, trust and sensitivity.
He puts me at my ease and lets me share
A passive comprehension that will be
Enough to mean that he can really care
And shows me how dexterity unfolds.
When there's no need for words - proximity
Can bask in silence, while I do as told,
By him. Because he offers certainly,
I can accept his need and his desires
And slake his lust and love as he requires...
You always aim to please, good girl you are, us aged in our barrels, love you with all our heart!
Over years the master painter,
Perfects his chosen art.
He has the skills to acquaint her,
With pleasures he imparts.
His skill lies in selecting brush,
Needed for every stroke,
To lay across her canvas lush,
Pleasures he afore woke.
It also lies in his technique,
In how each brush is used,
Adding mystery and mystique,
That amaze and amuse.
The artist's greatest skill is in,
The way he studies her,
To discover secrets deep within,
That draw out her pleasure.