Long lost longings along a dusty rack White for purity in her tender years Backless for a slender, suntanned back Now stained with disappointments and angry tears
Did she wear it happily that first night Share champagne kisses passionate though shy Then slip it off slowly for his delight? A pause, a touch, an answering touch, a sigh…
Why did she bin it, happy memories and all That day she received a telephone call?