Even at this late stage

Ploughing through the long stretch of age

she is still a ravishing rage

I wonder surrender to her debonair delight.

with those fleshy downcast eyes

coquettish  sweet  demeanour

slim  sleek  shy sweet

the stunning glance

 enticing

me to  amble on for a

                    passionate  possessive  sizzling

dance

 to the rhythm of the

    whistling winds.

skidding

 the stone steps in the  small garden

on to the  seashore

holding

 my hand in her hand firmly

we  take a deep

 plunge into the expansive

waters

        the  frothy turbulent waves

            gushing  lapping up to our

             necks.

The tempestuous tides engulfing us

into

its  stormy bosom

and in a flash

toss us to the  distant

shores

tired and torpid

she

dozed off to sweet slumber

resting

her head on my shoulder

I

stare at her flushy

cheeks

the water dripping  profusely

down

her delightfully beautiful

face

glistening in the  intense  sunlight

 I   caressed  her  passionately

  in warm embrace

         ploughing through the long stretch of

age

she is  really a ravishing rage.