Golden Wedding

His hand on my knee was welcome,
and warmth spread between my thighs.
Fresh from swimming on the Breton beach,
I wanted to lick his sun-salt skin.
So, I did. And here we are, at sunset,
waiting for night to fall.
We’ve had the time of our lives.

Ceinwen Haydon

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Ceinwen Haydon  would be pleased to hear them.