Like a fine wine

Ever since I was a young girl, I had an admiration for slightly older women. I found them simply gorgeous, I still do. As if after a certain age, a woman becomes even more mesmerizing, unable to compare, like a fine wine. And whenever I see an attractive couple in their fifties, that still seems in love, that has that connection, I cannot help but imagine them having sex. I wonder how it must be to know someone down to their core and desire them for all they are. I long to see those naked bodies dancing together in all their glory, filled with the wisdom of life. I hope to experience it someday with someone special. And I hope I can look as good, too.