Lingering Gaze (with poetry)

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** Lingering Gaze **

He sits, the cold stone biting deep,
eyes heavy, lost in contemplation—
Maiden, always on his mind,
aye, grace his mind’s eye!

He dreams—
to look, to watch,
without fear, without shame.
To gaze, free from the world
that says his eyes are too old,
too much.

No turning away, no whispers of sin—
just a moment, pure and still.
Could it be, a world where
beauty is a gift, not a crime?

Maiden, like morning dew,
their smiles unbound,
Silk and lace,
aye, their bodies bending,
necklines that promise
warmth beneath, soft and endless.

His old hands quiver,
a longing never spoken,
for a world where his gaze
is still welcome,
unhindered,
unchallenged.
Where he could stare
and they would never know
the warmth of his eyes
lingering,
aye, lingering forever.


With love, © Aífe