Rose Musk by Valerie Alston

Cougar on the prowl:
As well as she knew herself, she felt she shouldn't trust it. So much for unwanted attention, its like an itch in a place that's hard to scratch in public. The eyes were on her and yes, she could still turn a few heads, even at that age. As she walked down the street she smiled at the gentlemen and kept on moving. They watched her as she walked so gracefully, whispering to one another like she was a diamond in the rough waiting to be polished and refined to perfection. They told her she was a poor man's dream. If she was all that-- then why was she so lonely? They said. Prince charming would come  someday, but when? Too many wrong turns that never made it right. But she kept on moving, as she learned to love her self more which is the greatest love of all.
The fantasy:
She purred like a kitten, he stroked the inside of her silky thighs, kissing her neck softly as they cuddled together in a romantic way. The moistness of her inner parts made her want him more. They rocked from side to side while he glided his very masculine body against hers and they began to move like the motion of the ocean. She drifted her thoughts to a place so green, crisp and clean in the meadows riding a black stallion so sleek and strong. Her legs wrapped around his waist while riding the hills until the sunset went down with an orange glow where the earth met the sky and it was all good, in the heat of the night. She moaned, he kissed her neck, she responded well to his passionate yet loving motions. The quiet came after the storm as she laid resting. The romance was still lingering in the air, the scent of the ocean fresh and pure, the waves had stopped, and when she'd awaken, Prince Charming was gone.
The Cat Walk
The city was full of rats hiding in the dumpsters that's not where you'll find her. She valued her
 life, her love was not weak, she was true to herself and her love for that special someone remained in a place where her heart belonged. A broken heart may be hard to mend but it is better to had loved and lost than never loved before.
Days Gone By 
When nightfall came, her bed was warm with her own love of peace for the grandchildren. Happy thoughts of them laughing, playing, making noise that brought joy to her heart again. Only from a distance would she ever give her heart to another lover. She would not share her private space with any man, ever, a heart gone cold as ice.
Fine Wine & Aged Cheese 
They called it out, B-4, I-8, N-12, G-34,O-72 =bingo! 
She's always a winner! At the senior recreation hall, they sat next to each other holding hands under
the table. He ran his hand up her thigh, she rubbed hers on his knee, he looked at her with those adorable teddy bear eyes, she winked, he smiled.