I googled cougar yesterday, 
seeking toyboy for women's play;
I was surprised with what I saw, 
ardent boys knocking at my door. 
 
When did youth get so sour and cold? 
Surely cynicism should be for the old. 
But my worn heart's joyous and jumping; 
love's so much more than idle humping. 
 
It's a laughing, giving swooping feeling, 
not circumspect of soul revealing, 
not calculating or over careful, 
but raucous, bouncing and unpredictable.