That Memory That Will Forever Sting

Tiny black panties held together with shoestring lace,

A washboard stomach two hands can easily wrap,

Goosebumps rise upon pure white silky skin,

As fingers trace a slow pathway.

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A matching lace bralet covering a feast to his eyes,

Full busted and perky, begging to be touched,

The release of the clasp opening against a smooth spine,

A smile of delight as the material slips to the floor.

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Tight points that rise to the sky,

As fingers trail blaze the curvature to their tips,

A sigh sneaks from freshly moistened lips,

The ultimate escape of pleasure as desire builds.

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He takes to one knee, gazing adoringly up at the goddess he holds in awe,

She stands scantily clad, adorned only in her lacy knickers,

And he asks that age old question coveted by lovers far and wide,

Waiting with bated breath for her to accept his offer of love.

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As tears cruise her pink cheeks, he slips a ring upon her finger,

A promise he believes he is capable of honouring,

He rises to stand before her, his goddess of seduction,

And seals the deal with a kiss bridled with passion.

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He takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom,

Gently lays her upon a cloud of ecstasy,

Gifting her a night never to be forgotten,

One made of magic and fantasy, theirs for the taking.

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But hours later she awakens as the dawn kisses the world good morning,

Her smile short lived on the discovery that she is alone,

A note slipped under her pillow, a cruel sentence of romantic death,

Words of devastation and heartbreaking regret.

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She relives that high consistently within her slumber,

The proposal, the love, their promise to each other,

And she relives the heartbreak every time she wakens to a brand new day,

Buried deeply within that memory that will forever sting.