Age Doesn’t Matter When You’re In Love The dance changes as the music fades slippers shuffling on worn floors lust lurking in the shadows lingering moments. Their hands still find each other as they walk, connecting them to all that follows, empowering them to move into an aging future. He still gazes at her beauty, counts himself a lucky man. She smiles, knowing he is looking at her still. They slyly sneak upstairs engage in flannel foreplay snuggle warmly against one another – remembering. The dance continues. John G. Lawless ©12/8/2017