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Floral Cotton Dress

"Took a walk on an old path of ours called Memory Lane..."

By Yolanda T. MarshallPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Floral Cotton Dress

Took a walk on an old path of ours called Memory Lane

In my long floral cotton dress with a broken branch as my cane

Shifting green bushes from my bare feet as you trailed behind

Watching my hips move, as fore-plays through your mind

Under dark starry skies, the moon kisses the river

Revealing your bright smile, like reflections upon dark water

My hand gliding softly across your lips

Just to trace its definition with my soft fingertips

Crickets are singing but it’s hard to hear

Our eyes locked into the deepest stare

Wish you had seen my tears; they were as clear as rain

Hearts beating drums, as animals of the wild sang together

Cold winds tickled our skin

As warm organs played in sin

Blanketed by the moon, making love our best

Wonder whatever happened to that floral cotton dress?!?

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Yolanda T. Marshall

Yolanda T. Marshall is a cross-genre writer, a world traveler, a jazz lover and a devoted Mother. She embodies Art and takes her readers on adventurous, poetic journeys.

www.YTMarshall.com

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