Age is nothing more than numbers. A goddess is timeless.
She is ready for love, ready for whomever takes his place.
Her passion is burning, unharmed by decades of time passing.
She is the cougar, the huntress, looking for the meat of love, crying from hunger.
Her desire never quenched, young souls passing through her paths, unchanged.
Older souls afraid of her fire, she stands alone, strong, single, proud.
Like the rocks she must climb above her challenges, she climbs.
Her hands soaked with blood, fingers raw; she doesn't give up for pain.
She knows that all small things are only short in time, and her journey is a long one.
Her cougar paws tread on.
Fangs drip with desire.
Eyes tear from the sun's rays.
She walks on.