All the Single Ladies.

A poem..

White gown tossed carelessly, Upon the grass, beside the lake. A wish, a dream, a memory that lingers, Which the year can never take. Two hands that held her face, And swayed her soul, her heart, and mind. Hands which evoked a passion, She had thought time left behind. Two lips which shared secret, That explored, that taunted, and did tease, Until she became his captive, Desiring only to appease.