White gown tossed carelessly,
upon the grass, beside the lake.
A wish, a dream, a memory that lingers,
which the years can never take.
Two hands that held her face,
and swayed her soul, her heart, and mind.
Hands which evoked a passion,
she had thought time left behind.
Two lips which shared a secret,
that explored, that taunted, and did tease,
until she became his captive,
desiring only to appease.
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