Memories of Times Past
My lover comes home to me
The door was unlocked – she knows she is always welcome and missed when not around. I hear the door open and lock behind her then the shout. “Hello.” My already pounding heart quickens again and I order her to come upstairs. She follows the instruction and stands in front of me in my room. Even after a long day at work her beauty shines through – a combination of classic porcelain skin, vivid eyes, soft full lips and an i...