by Nick Quaglietta, 2019

So long had I tried to ward off her charms;
As I believed it would be for the best.
Still, when I stood near I could not deny
The pounding I felt in my chest.

Curves so supple, no man could resist.
When aroused, she purred like a kitten.
The bella contessa, I have to confess,
With whom I was hopelessly smitten.

Gray skies, alas, compelled me to heed
The one true love for which I had yearned;
Ere cold winds of age might smother the flame;
For time is the fire in which we all burn.

No longer content with merely a dream,
I then knew that I must now own the truth.
Well, hello to my new Maserati,
And farewell to testosterone youth.