Satin and lace
By Channa
I reach for the secret shelf where I had buried it myself I feel the familiar package Still there, seems like ages but this time without second thoughts I slowly and deliberately pull it out With shaken fingers I open the lid And reach inside for the treasure it hid Black gown of satin and lace The satin soft against my face Memories return, with them the pain looking at this gown and the love it contain fourteen years have come and gone by Buried deep on the shelf away from my eyes I hesitantly put it on and feel the softness Remembering the gift and the love we possessed Satin tries somewhat to conceal my being while lace tentalizes exposing my soft skin hips waist and thighs are readily seen lace is blatantly, shamelessly invinting On the dresser the candle soft burning glow reflect in the mirror the woman that I know my only spectator is the shadow in my mind of a love for you when I was young and blind I have forgotten you and the form of your face Yet I cannot wear this gown of satin and lace a gift for valentine, for lovers you did say then few month later on me you walked away you left me a gift of sorrow, loneliness All from a gift of satin and lace Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 07:00 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I reach for the secret shelf..."