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Old love

Susan woke, her body wracked by pain, spasms coursing down limbs, aches settling on taunt muscles.
Stupid cholestrol meds!
She was angry at her body for betraying her. She stretched long, her feet  hanging off the edge of the bed, her fingertips hitting cold wood.
Brrr, she shivered, the cold was relentless.
She drew her body back in and nuzzled into him to steal his warmth. She heard his breath, deep and even from where his chin rested on the top of her head; felt his heartbeat  from her favourite spot, her cheek stuck to his chest.
He had a way of smoothing down her hair with strong, rough hands.
"It tickles," he'd say when he drew her in even closer. She was the barnacle, he the whale.

Wrapped together, bodies warm with sleep, she almost forgot the pain.

He stirred, kissed the top of her head: "We've been waking up like this for what? 27 years now?" he teased, and she tilted her head back to find him smiling.
She cupped her hands around his hard ass, dragged nails lightly over smooth contours, he still had a great ass.
"I'm in the mood for sausage, eggs and hot sauce!" she said, famished.
"A big fry up, I'm in," he grinned, he loved feeding her.

She heard him banging away in the kitchen, kettle on, coffee brewing, butter sizzling.

"Here you go," he said, popping the hot water under the blankets to warm her feet.
She peeked out from where she was hiding, "Thank you, baby," and headed back under, lying on his spot to keep it warm for him.

Her phone summoned her, she reached a hand out and grabbed it in.

She squinted, the message blurry, she needed her glasses.
"Any plans  for today? Desire dished out via text.
She sent a smiley face.
"Lazy Sunday," she said, "staying under the cover"
He didn't respond, knew when to back off.

Toast popped; then his head popped round the door, "In bed, or in the kitchen?"

"Bed, please," she said.
"Bed it is," he headed back to the kitchen.
She burrowed her hands under pillows, down grooves.
Where the hell was her phone!
Ah, found it!
"Kinda sorta missing u," it read.
Susan didn't respond.
She switched off her phone, he had no place here.

The smells wafting from the kitchen made her tummy grumble. She sat up plumping pillows, caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror.

Damn, when did I get so old?
She remembered a promise she made to herself:

Aging disgracefully

… 36B
black & racy!
Once held breasts firm & fine.

Faded to grey
With lace now holey,
And contents steadily sagging south.

It’s matching mate
Long since gone,
Destroyed by Passion’s grip.

Always odd now,
Not quite fitting:
Holding on?
Ten years on?

Let it go,
Embrace the change.
"Embrace the change, Sue," she said, running her hands over wrinkles and her middle-age spread.

He caught her stroking her tummy. 
"Don't start without me, " he joked.
He came to her with a tray laden with food.
He looked good enough to eat. There's something about a man taking care of you that's a real aphrodisiac. 
"Try this," he said popping a finger with hot sauce in her mouth, "what you think?"
"I like it," she said, "lemme have that finger again.
She leaned forward to grab it as cramps turned her toes to claws.
"Ouch!" she screamed out.
He set the tray down and grabbed her feet in both his hand, flexing it, rubbing it, looking at her with love. 
She felt so so lucky:
Love is never easy & marriage, well marriage is challenging.
Love & marriage together is not for the faint-hearted.

But when you get it right!
Staying together is a blessing.
Staying in lust is pure pleasure.
And staying in love makes life extraordinary!

Growing old together...Yes please!

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