These tired eyes may not see as good as they use to, but you will always be beautiful to me, for I view you thru my mind’s eye and the dictates of love.
These old hands, once calloused and rough from constant toil, are softer now from lack of use and the effects of arthritis here and there. But they never tire of your hand in mine or feeling how your body responds as I caress your flesh from head-to-toe.
The on-again off-again effects of tinnitus may cause me to miss a word or two in social settings or cause me to turn the music and TV up a decibel or two, but the sound of your voice is so ingrained within me that I must hear it daily before considering my day complete. And the sound of your whimpers and moans when aroused never fail to thrill me to the core.
This old nose, with a deviated septum from stopping the occasional punch, may not be able to discern a wild rose from a garden variety, but it never fails to come alive with the slightest whiff of your essence: whether it be from natural pheromones, your sexy sweat, or the arousing scent of your equally aroused secretions.
My mouth no longer has perfect pearly white teeth. And it never has been able to distinguish the secret herbs and spices in your daily recipes. But it never fails to be thrilled by the taste of your kisses: lip-to-lip or when our tongues dance in unison. And the taste of your skin, whether I trail my tongue in carefree journeys from front to back and back again, or enjoy sucking your taut nipples, is only surpassed by the elixir of love that causes me to swoon in an intoxicated stupor as I lick a meal from your aroused pussy.
It is true that each of my senses have been changed from the ravages of hard living and time. But this old body never fails to see you, touch you, hear you, smell you, and taste you in the imaginably loving ways as they always have…and always will.
May this be a far better year than the last, for us, and our followers.