NEW YEAR'S DAY, 2003
- skinnermclarty
- Feb 8, 2021
- 1 min read
I remember the first time
I got up from the table that was near the window
after sandwiches and wine
I was a woman who had been single for a year
You were a man whose wife had died
I stood near you and you lifted my long sheer silk shirt
and kissed my stomach
We repaired to my bed
and the rest is history
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