Forgotten Love?

Each night as she prepares
to meet her nameless lovers...
She paints herself the colors of carnality
Invents the seductive smile,
Draws hungry sensuality onto the lids
of jaded, saddened eyes.

A critical glimpse in the mirror
as she smoothes on blood red lips,
moistening them with the tip of her
well-practiced tongue and she's ready;
her night has already begun.

The first few years were easy
her youthful creamy skin, rounded and tempting...
flashing eyes and easy laughter brought
them all to her side for a taste of
that exuberant life-giving glow.

(This was back in the days when she
believed all they said and she was
still dazzled by champagne promises
paid for by the heated loins of men...)

She laughs now at her reflection
wipes a tear from the corner of her eye
and adjusts her bodice over breasts that
(she notices with a hitch of her breath)
will never suckle a babe and so
are still firm and proud...

Behind her the door opens inward and HE
steps in quietly...
as two sets of all-knowing eyes meet
in the mirror...she arches an eyebrow and
says, low and throaty~'Tonight
is....' her voice trails off

'Not my usual night?' he seems to be
pleading and suddenly through a flood
of angry lust------
she feels Power flow thick and
hot and deep between her thighs in
places now only tended to for
her customer's sake....she feels
desperately wet and creamy.

'You will sit down NOW!' she says,
gracefully rises and delicately
pours something to relax them both~
Long, glassy nails gripping the stem
of the snifter...

'You saw fit to break our rules
and now you'll play by mine,' she
smiles at him gently as she
removes his tie and pushes him
back in his chair with one silken-clad
foot~

'My darling' he breathed....gulping
deep draughts of air as he hardened
and thickened at the sight of HER so beautfiul ~
so commanding, so unlike their usual
games.....'Please?'

'No, my handsome prince, let me tell
you how it really is!' She begged
with her tired eyes... now the little
crinkles showing at the corners where
the paint had sunk too deep...

She can read the truth in the grip of his
long, strong fingers on the arm of the chair;
she can see her own true beauty
reflected back...no matter the
poignancy of the years...

And then, that amazing Power
flooded up and her reality bloomed
from her slowly peeling, painted lips.

'You have been a very bad boy,' she moans.
'Lying to me all these years?
The answer is in your eyes...how
dare you let me want' (she gasps,
a twinge deep between her legs)
'and need' (as another tremor
begins...a feeling long ago forgotten)

'Please my dear,' his hungry eyes
devouring her still firm, fabulous thighs
which had gripped his hips so often in the past...
His lips following his eyes as he
dared to lay hands on this divine creature
he loved in painful silence now, for years...

Looking down slowly she melted
into his hungry embrace,
'It can never be like this again, my dear...'
she said as she came to him wet
and willing like times long forgotten...

Pleading, begging her with those desperate eyes
he gratefully enfolded her in his arms,
pulled her close,
a flutter of her shadowed lids, a
torn, gasping breath ~ and he
was sheathed deep inside her
newly awoken, vibrating body...

'Dear God, my love,' she moaned
and already he could feel her around
him, denied desires flooding
out of her and anointing his loins with her love...

AND, as she smoothed her fingers over
that face she'd always loved...
she felt the splash of life from him
deep in the back of her womb
and knew...'If only'....this time
it would have been a new life...

(But there's always something that
happens when a love story
begins to come true.)

His eyes closed, head leaning into
her soft, delicate hands..
'My darling, will you finally let me
take you away?'

'Look at me' she rasped..'There's
not much time...'

As his eyes snapped open, she grabbed
that hand, so tender now and yet, so
capable of more...'Feel here'
as she guided him to her breast
suddenly painfully and obviously distended...

'What's this, my love' he begged...
And as those slightly crinkled, tired eyes
met his over the wreckage of herself
fucked and forgotten, always wasted and wanting
she cried out...
'It's all there is left of me....'

That day at the cemetery he
pulled up in his big, black car and
slowly unfolded himself from the
back.
Sleek and sure and supremely sad
her lover approached the place where
she'd now forever rest ~ her
beauty and vitality preserved....

'I'll see you in Heaven, my angel'
he said with a gentle kiss just before he
collapsed to his knees and his
heart, quite literally beat in his
chest...
for the last time......

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