You cannot flee what you are

 

How does the beauty of a woman evolve when she goes in for her forties?

She's still beautiful and has the beauty of her remote wild young attraction slowly fading away.

She's not sexy anymore like she probably was, but she acquires a mature aura that keeps you watching her and you are never sated.

Her dark hair and eyes, high cheekbones, full mouth—are striking and her voice, a low contralto, has a suave attractive power, you cannot move your look away from her.

She's feeding your need to imagine women like an old man properly needs to think.

The thinking has structures and you are following them, they work like an inner subtle light.

You cannot flee what you are bound to follow, it comes from afar and never dies.