"Clouds So Swift"
Previously published on the mothership November 15, 2022 in ageism, lifestyle, memoir, nude art photography, over-60 nomads, relationships, sexuality, social studies
Ironically, I feel she belongs to us all, and it is unfair for me to keep her only for myself.
There are moments, days even, when I believe I am the luckiest man alive. And if it weren’t for our digressive and meandering fantasies for indiscretion that instruct our methods and motives for perfection, then none of what I am describing would seem possible. It matters little that her age belies good reason as she becomes this lithe and generous sexual monster in our bed. A nightmare only in the concept of its ending. The little death of me shall always prevail and kill my current fantasy. There is nothing like feeling spent to curtail additional indulgences.