What it's like to love an older man...

Whilst my skin is supple and smooth - his begins to bear faint creases from happiness and his troubles,
And whilst I marvel at his features in the sun, keeping my breathing in time with his,
I think to myself: 'how funny'...
When I was a little girl I grew up pink cheeked at gorgeous men on the TV screen,
It never once occurred to me they were more than twice my age,
I always thought I would end up with someone handsome and rugged,
It never once occurred to me that this also meant matured, aged, like a fine wine,
I never imagined what it would be like to love an older man.
Yes.
He's old enough to be my dad,
He has a child,
He's got grey hair,
He's nearly twice my age,
He's old-fashioned and settled.
But do you know what else he is?
Experienced in a way that he can guide me properly without a fatherly touch,
Which makes me want to actually listen (sorry dad),
He knows how a woman should be treated and from his previous years and mistakes,
He understands how to lay a relationship down and wrap me up in its cosy blanket without me feeling too smothered or too unwanted,
He is beautiful,
His features set in stone and fully blossomed - comforting me that they will stay that way for many years,
He doesn't get awkwardly ID'd when buying us a bottle of wine for a romantic night in,
On movie nights he actually WATCHES the movie,
His music taste doesn't just consist of blaring rappers talking about woman rears and perky "twins",
He LISTENS and after listening he gives feedback in a way in which you actually know he cares...

No matter how taboo the subject may be,
Loving an older man is a whirlwind of spices that infuses into your blood and leaves you that way inclined for the rest of your days,
There is no other love like it,
Knowing he has loved before and lived a life but wants to settle with you,
No matter what others may think you know you aren't just his midlife crisis bit of fun,
You're his trophy? Yes! But one he wants to shine for the rest of his days to come!

Loving an older man is like no other,
As I pour myself into the cracks of his perfected skin I know,
I feel wanted,
It's better being an old mans sweetheart,
Then a young mans doormat,
I will always say.