Age is a cruel mistress. What happens when my body no longer has the same vigor and impetus it once knew. When my skin starts to fade and my smile isn't as angelic as you once knew. Time, all I can ask of you is to be kind, for your hands to turn slower around the clock, and to for my being to remain unscathed by these dissipating moments.
So capture these pictures of me, and lets cross our fingers it remains forever static. Let's bask in the glory of the now and forget about the things to come. Let the sun kiss my skin and accentuate every curve of my body, and I beg of you to stare until your eyes grow tired. Because beauty isn't forever, and this voluptuous rig is transitory.
Pull my hair, push my body and kiss me like it will last for eternity. Make me feel like this body is your infinity and I am your forever. Time knows nothing of love. So take me into your arms and lets break the hands that try to mold us, and make these moments ones that will never leave us.