Sixty-Five and Eighteen

In your quiet space, Ken, the rushing world slows down to a crawl,My silver king at sixty-five, you became my shelter, my all.I am Willow, your Goth Angel, devoted, artistic, and true,Finding a beautiful, undeniable warmth in sharing my world with you.You call me your kitten,You call me your favorite baby girl, my heart skips a beat at the sound,With a single, mature embrace, my world is completely turned around.Your hands hold me with adoration, finding your favorite comfort tonight,While my eighteen-year-old spirit shines with a sigh of pure delight.I place my devotion at your side, Granddaddy Ken, my protector and my guide,I press close, looking up at you with a playful, flirty smile I cannot hide.Guiding your arms to pull me near and hold me so close tonight,In your powerful presence, a profound sense of safety washes completely over me.With a soft whisper and total devotion, I let down my final wall,Telling you softly that you have my trust, my time, my all.I live to make you smile, to answer your every unspoken call,to be the loyal soul who proudly gives her Granddaddy her all.