Open To Interpretation

At first, unsure and unaware
of who I was dealing with,
I felt uncomfortable to receive
your sultry, longing stare.

But as I got to know you,
every single little thing
you said or did
would move me,
would confuse me,
would leave me wanting you to use me.

It's wrong, of course - you're still so young,
and I am, shall we say, experienced?
Not that this stopped me wanting you -
why sacrifice logic for fun?!

So, throwing caution to the wind
one drunken night, we kissed
and all at once I was young again,
eyes clouded with cliché love-mist!
And you, so kind and gentlemanly,
dismissed my apologies
and smiled that crooked, dazzling smile
that makes me weak at the knees.

Age is just a number, so they say -
I can vouch for that.
For we are just as perfect as any
same-aged, young love-match.

You make me forget my grief and all
the hurt I felt in the past
with each look from those soulful eyes,
each kiss that makes my heart beat fast.
With you, I now can love again - a thing I thought I'd lost -
I can find my senses once again,
and be content to fall.

And as we continue on
our journey of discovery,
our journey of life and love -
in each exotic location,
let it be known that I am
Open to Interpretation.