carino
03-28-2010, 10:40 PM
I remember a dress the color of sunflowers gently swaying to an enchanted melody; a floppy hat the color of fresh fallen snow and a small fragile hand cradling a little black missal being taken to Sunday Mass.
I remember longing to be the priest hearing her fervent confession and holding her meager sins in my ardent arms, while assigning only two Hail Mary’s to absolve her perceived offenses.
I remember her casual glance touching my spirit and turning my cold, cruel heart into an ember while a sweet feeling of contentment swept over me like the warm waves of the Caribbean.
I remember her slim waist and her hips that promised many offspring, while her legs in sheer stockings begged to be released from their confinement so that they could tenderly embrace my waist.
I remember she looked at me her eyes full of hope and dreams while I in my Sunday best held her hand while slipping a ring on her finger and hearing “I do.” Oh God how I remember.
I remember longing to be the priest hearing her fervent confession and holding her meager sins in my ardent arms, while assigning only two Hail Mary’s to absolve her perceived offenses.
I remember her casual glance touching my spirit and turning my cold, cruel heart into an ember while a sweet feeling of contentment swept over me like the warm waves of the Caribbean.
I remember her slim waist and her hips that promised many offspring, while her legs in sheer stockings begged to be released from their confinement so that they could tenderly embrace my waist.
I remember she looked at me her eyes full of hope and dreams while I in my Sunday best held her hand while slipping a ring on her finger and hearing “I do.” Oh God how I remember.