I woke this morning to your sweet nakedness leaving the room,

My heart suddenly changed speed for my mind to consume,

I chuckle as I remember that I had the same reaction long before,

For fifty years your nude flesh has made me want to live fifty more,

I am grateful, so very grateful that your age is difficult to gauge,

Myself and others have wondered why you don’t show your age,

I’m blessed Patti, I still burn with fire every time I feel your touch,

Though I’m elder now, my teenage heart loves you so very much,

Desire for you floods my soul and physical being to extreme,

I am ready to respond to your touch though it may not seem,

My darling my angel return you to my arms that we may kiss,

I close my eyes and a memory of youthful sex seems amiss,

If I was aged perhaps it would not be yet I do seem to be older,

Is it such that instead of a nervous whisper I’m at last bolder,

Still, when absent more than a day excitement fills my soul,

My heart is filled with lusting desire, amorous transfer my goal,

I’ve aged two hours more since nude awareness came to be,

We made love for an hour when again your nudity I could see,

It saddens me that someday a death event will make my life end,

But know true my little girl that love is something I don’t pretend,

Upon that day I’ll soar to heaven that I may return to your heart,

I’ll surround you with invisible essence that is me in every part,

Though my touch penetrates through I still feel sensations of love,

If your masturbation is seen I will stream my love from up above.

The end

I love you my beautiful little girl. I don’t know why this weird poem came out of me.