ODE TO A DU POETESS

(Inspired by a past profile pic in which she posed almost nude. She knows who she is and it has been shared with her.  She is 30 years junior to this writer.)

Dedicated to a poetess
Who has posed here in near nakedness.

Online predator I am not,
Although I admire what you’ve got.
You are a May to my September
Who, yes, does something to my member.

My friends may say “She’s just a tart,
Posing like this in name of art!”
While yours may call “Dirty old cad –
He’s old enough to be your dad!”

I’m just a warm-blooded, straight guy,
Who’s got an easily caught eye,
Who sticks to femmes in adulthood
Who can tell the bad from the good.

You do arouse sexual thoughts,
But I’m too frank to hide my warts.
I contemplate an online fling
Where, in words, we bare everything,

Or, if you prefer, take it slow,
Building up to a final ‘know’
In the so-called Biblical sense
As the attraction grows intense.
Love made, across our age divide,
To leave each other satisfied.