She has prepared for these moments for countless weeks
Reducing inches, ounces; troughs and peaks
Grasping former and new beauty like a prize
Waiting to glimpse other lingering eyes
Retail therapy employed to ensure
Her refined body unpacked, to be adored
Taking back the years and baggage of being mum
A size two or three lower, a tighter bum
A simple necklace adorns her sleek neck
The slinky bikini she never thought she’d wear
Baring more flesh, than she would normally dare
As the sun slowly moves across the perfect sky
She starts to attract the young men’s eyes
Slowing her pace, suiting her mood
Letting them desire her, almost nude
Slipping her hand through her hair
Feathering it out, show you don’t have a care
Contented, aroused, she feels liberty
About her the men enter the sea
The performance starts, she remains completely at ease
Youth desiring her mature expertise
She stops for a moment, again unsure
The panic of her body, the functions it has endured
Though this moment passes as the sun continues its kiss
Water lapping at her thighs, feeling of bliss
Suppressing her passionate inner scream
Waiting to be a young lovers dream
His smile, beaming words of lust unspoken
Her resolve rekindled, the allure unbroken
Asking herself if this is her true wish
To be an attractive feather to catch a younger fish
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