She languorously stirred from her big, plump bed.
Visions of last nights pleasure ran through her head.
Virile, sexy and oh so delicious...he had been indeed!
Now, if she could do something about the problem with his speed!
 
Why do men race toward what is inevitable anyway?
Surely they realize that the in between time can be time to play?
"Whatever", she shrugged with a yawn and a stretch...
"Maybe I could look for a more mature and manly catch."
 
Looking in the mirror at the reflection of her gorgeous face,
she realized that she didn't remember how to do that romantic race.
For her it had always been easy to find a partner for pleasure.
It seemed that the men were waiting for her to find time for leisure.
 
A savvy business woman, with no need for men to guide her...
she often went weeks without needing a man beside her.
From her depths would arise a deep and primitive hunger.
Someone would quench that need, whether they be older or younger.
 
Ladies, we all know, that a man's age doesn't mean he's mature.
She needed someone to satisfy all of the needs inside her.
Making her face up and donning her sexiest attire,
she headed out into the night like a predatory vampire.
 
What she saw disturbed her greatly and even more.
Are these "men" all that the world had in store?
Insipid, selfish and only looking for a bit of sex and then vamoose.
Will she ever find the man who would not mind sex and the marriage noose? 
 
Then, one night, she saw his familiar form across the crowded floor.
Could it be he? Could it be the man she used to adore?
He had walked away from her seemingly centuries ago.
Fighting for scraps of her attention was something he had to forgo.
 
She had been building her business and had allowed him to leave.
It was afterwards that she had realized the gift she had not chosen to receive.
Too many nights she had thought of him and cried.
Going after him or finding him was too much for her pride!
 
Two people who thought that they had left each other behind.
Stood face to face and realized that the feelings were still there to find.
They danced, they talked, they laughed and reminisced.
They spoke of the love that they had often missed.
 
Both of them older and able to see what they had not seen before.
Maturity had brought them up to see what might be in store.
Taking it slowly, talking nightly and giving themselves some time.
They started over from ashes of their youthful, romantic crime.
 
She no longer had to worry about speed being involved in her pleasure.
He was definitely mature and simply wouldn't wait for her leisure.
He demanded and gave all the loving her big heart could take and give or more...
and each steamy night in that big, plump bed...was what she began to live for. ;)

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