Plato once said, "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."

Vic and I stayed like that for a long time. My hands finding the curves of her body and enjoying the journey along the way. Our kisses become longer and filled with passion. Vic breaks our embrace and her eyes smolder as they consume me. She unsnaps my shirt and descends down my chest with tortuous kisses stopping at the protrusion of my nipples and giving them a sharp tug with her teeth. I let out an audible groan surprising even myself.

I need to take over because I am going to explode before we get started but it feels to good to resist. Vic makes her way to my bear claw belt buckle and gets the top two buttons of my 501's undone when I grab her hands and find her lips with my own pulling her arms back around my neck.

"What's wrong, Walt"

"Nothing's wrong. I just need to last for you that's all."

I could feel the heat from her face as she blushed and the reality of our age difference pours over me like an ice cold shower. I hang my head down because now I'm embarrassed too and I really don't want to have these thoughts or this conversation.

Vic slides off my lap, the mood has shifted, and she takes the space beside me on the sofa with her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry"

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"Yeah, there is. I'm sorry that I'm not 30 years old."

"I don't want you to be 30, Walt."

I have so many emotions running through me and I retreat to silence. My natural defense. Vic gets to her feet and stretches her hand out to me. I study her long fingers and caress the long digits with my own.

"Come on"

She motions me up and I agree. Under her spell as usual.

We move toward her bedroom and past an elegantly framed Rocky poster in the hallway. "Sleep with me"

"Vic…"

"No, sleep with me. Let's just sleep, ok"

I smile at her and the shame begins to fade but I am still aware of this gnawing concern about our age difference.

"Ah, I normally sleep in bottoms…but…ah"

She laughs at me…"Unless your commando I think we will be good…hell even if you are commando we will be good. "

I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm as I strip to my boxers and Vic claims her side of the bed rolling onto her side and facing away from me. I don't know if this is a rejection or an invitation but given the circumstances I roll onto my side and slowly parallel Vic's beautiful body wrapping my arm around her and burying my face into her hair. She wraps her arm around mine without saying a word.

We lay there for a while my brain works in overtime trying to find the right words when suddenly they tumble and spill out of my mouth.

"I just want to please you. That's why I had to stop."

"I know." She tightened her hold on my arm as if reaffirming her statement.

"I don't think you do, really." I was glad she was still facing away from me as this sudden urge to confess was taking over.

"I worry, Vic. I worry about our age difference. I worry that I will be too old to satisfy you when you hit your prime. I worry that I won't measure up to your expectations or your experience for that matter." I am pretty sure that Vic has more experience than I do in the lovemaking department and as sure as I am about the man I am I also don't want to be measured by any other man. It's primal. Its simple mindedness but it's also true.

She rubs the hair on my arms with soft gentle strokes.

"Why do you worry about those things, Walt? It doesn't make sense. I want to be with you."

"I worry because that's what you do when you want to please the woman you love."

With that, Vic turned to face me, her eyes were glistening.

"I chose you, silly. You please me by just being your 19th century-self. You are such a contradiction. Mr. let me be the man and soft and sweet all at the same time."

She kissed my lips, telling me in her way, it would be okay.

"By the way, in case you haven't noticed I love you, too."

My lips found hers again this time without hesitation and I decided to let nature take its course. Plato was right.