That magic night in New York. After sixty years together, our first visit.
Strolling from Broadway, I took her hand.
She looked up at me, “Handholding?”
“Long time since,” I agreed, wondering, was this the NY state of mind?
In the hotel bathroom, she declared, “Try a bubble bath?”
Another first for us. Overpowering, with misplaced desires, springing fresh.
Towel-wrapped, she touches my semi-erection, saying, “Standing proud tonight. Could he? For this one night?”
Her breast amazingly solid under my touch. My fingers stroked deep between moistened labia. The bed welcomes two lovers recalling how it used to be.
