I play with the coarse hair on your chest. It is springy and threaded with silver. You are a throwback from another era with your big meaty hands and barrel chest, so unlike the slim neophytes that I'm used to.
I don't understand my attraction to you. I don't have daddy issues. No longing for direction or leadership. Just a desire to see that look of panic on your face when I push your boundaries too far. Women your age don't let you do those kinds of things to their bodies; Don't do those things to your body.
You are sleeping very deeply beside me. I can hear the slight snore in your throat on the exhale. The covers fell off the end of the bed earlier when you were trying to get leverage with your feet and I'm too lazy to get them now. The cool breeze from the shore swirls over our naked bodies from the open slider. You are the perfect Florida clichΓ© with your condominium and too big gold watch. I pull myself closer to you for warmth and fall into sleep.