
A Lone Memory
Her face
an engraved
memory,
the cold winter night,
her aroma,
her taste,
her soft skin,
he felt
sixteen,
still in love,
again.
Look both ways, but today’s memories were conceived long ago.
Mind the gaps to be filled with feelings of love and pleasure.

A lovely sentiment in this verse ❤
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Thank you.
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That’s my Susan, always!
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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Oh, you old romantic softie, you! Lovely, Bill.
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Who you callin’ old? (LOL) 🙂 Thank you, Dale. Memory is a fascinatingly interesting phenomenon.
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Not THAT kinda old!! Memory is fascinating for sure…
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🙂
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Nice take of this prompt, Bill.
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Thank you. 😉
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