I Remember
I remember a dress the color of sunflowers gently swaying to An enchanted melody; A floppy hat the color of fresh Fallen snow, and a small fragile hand cradling a little Black missal being taken to Sunday Mass.
I remember longing to be the priest hearing her fervent Confession and holding her meager sins in my ardent
Arms, while assigning only two Hail Mary's to absolve her Perceived offenses.
I remember her casual glance touching my spirit and Turning my cold, cruel heart into an amber, while a Sweet Feeling of contentment, swept over me like the Warm waves of the Caribbean.
I remember her slim waist and her hips that promised
Many offsprings, while her legs in sheer stockings Begged To be released from their confinement, so they Could Tenderly embrace my waist.
I remember she looked at me her, eyes full of hope and Dreams, while I in my Sunday best, held her hand as I Placed a ring on her finger and hearing "I do."
Oh God how I remember.
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