MILF #1

Men I'd Like to Fuck #1 - Phil Burke

Admiration takes many forms
and he inspires two or three
in me. Respiration ups
the ante, my nostrils
flare on each inhale
to catch a whiff
of pheromones on theatrical
air, drifted from his
elegance upon the screen.

How long has it been
since my fingers stroked lean
muscle mass, lightly peppered
with baby fluff, on twenty-something
skin? Too long to make it so he'd look
at me with the same heat I burn
for him. It's been a decade since
my silhouette's been reminiscent of a MILF.

So, here in my mid-life,
middle-classed existence
I but sit in squirmed admiration.
If I squeeze my thighs tight together
and clench my pelvic floor I can still
induce youthful responses where it
matters most and where it
doesn't matter any more
how soft my flesh's become.