Excuse my lust, unseemly at my age;
laugh if you must at someone not so sage
stirred by the bud and blossom of your youth,
spurred by your character's potential growth
watering dry wrinkles with summer rain,
promising pleasure but threatening pain,
colouring complexion, seeping through skin,
unfolding fantasies, reviving sin,
revivifying what had seemed dead -
a rescued life, in bed just in my head.