HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM?

THE
question wasn't unexpected:
"How old do you think
I am?" from an obviously
older beautiful woman.
I responded:
"Let me taste you
and I'll tell you."
After I tasted her I
said, "You are the
perfect age...sweet
ripe fruit."
She encouraged me
to taste some more,
and more....she
became younger with
each taste.... ..such sweet
and intoxicating nectar
from an older daughter
of Venus...I asked her
"How old do you think I am?"
She smiled and replied,
"After I taste you, I'll
let you know."
Guess what? She said,
"You are younger than me
but not sweeter." After sharing
69 we were in total agreement.
We were ONE!