Her Choice....

For All You Beautiful Mature Gentlemen



The Older Lover
By La Belle Rouge


he was in tune with her emotions
and thoughtful of her reservations
no beginner in the game of love
yet he was no player....
he adored, valued femininity
and cherished her fire
he was a true and valiant champion

the older lover

he still opened doors for her
and pulled out her seat at the table
on a winter’s walk his coat
oft found its resting place
around her chilled shoulders
but just his tender kisses alone
perfectly warmed her coldest nights
he was a rare jewel,
a precious treasure

the older lover

he had, in younger days
and in not so distant ones,
tilled fresh spring gardens
feasted on firm young flesh
but now he had become
an accomplished connoisseur
of aged wine and rare spice
they were alike she and

the older lover

a man who knew the affect
on a woman, of hand kisses
and lingering lip brushes
on her supple neck
and bare white shoulders
a patient man, slow of hand
and whispered warm words
ready to make her pleasure his
he had learned and mellowed well

the older lover

no fair unlined face compared
to the dignity of his
no unfaded eye could match
the fire that burned so brightly
in the windows of his sensual soul
no young hands could work magic
like the aging ones of the wizard
and though she could have enjoyed
the charms of a man half her age,
being a connoisseur herself,
she wisely chose

the older lover


8/29/2007 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Love Whispers”