Older Lover or Ripping a Hole In The Space-Time Continuum

Hi Steemit!

Here is my third poem for you guys:

Older Lover or The Space-Time Continuum

Your hands move through me
under me, all of me.
You won't let me be or breathe.
I've been fondled ineffectually
by youth, shaking like
wilted daffodils in the breeze,
coming and then leaving.
You take your time in taking me
to a distant place within myself.
I have travelled to a new solar
system through my solar plexus,
I have found the nexus
of pain and pleasure
to be the same, the same
hot holy moment I am lost
in forever, until it's over,
and we wiggle out of each
other and you say that you'd
like a smoke, the post coital
routine familiar from movies,
but instead we hug, drink tea
and watch Netflix and
pretend that we didn't just rip
a hole in the space-time continuum.