'You remember so much,'he said.
'Champagne and shoes...' she said.
Ahh I remember.
So much.
Too much.
The looks.
The walk.
The talk.
Beautiful bodies in a bath.
Massages and messages in almond oil.
'You remember.'
Yes.
I remember and
it haunts
me.
The food.
The film.
The flesh. Delicious.
Jones is far away but close in word.
Close.
Closer than you think.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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