A dance of ages: an intimate revelry of love and time

In the intimacy of a blue bedroom adorned with small colored flowers, a mature woman of sixty years lay on her back. Her legs were wide open, revealing black flower stockings that peeked out from beneath a black skirt pulled up just enough. A landing strip was visible against the pale skin of her lower belly. As a man, his penis deep inside her vagina, remained unseen – only the head visible like a hidden black dot within the pink petals of a blooming flower. The missionary position was their secret language, a dance as old as time itself.