I Remember

I remember:

First seeing you wearing that sheer white cotton dress,

So stunningly beautiful,

Carrying that big dagger your dad carved with a file,

Headed to a sheath maker for that dagger,

Your small breasts totally visible, your nipples poking through.

I remember

You indulging me to make love to you in that dress so many times

I remember

That first time, before we married, with you sandwiched between my friend and me,

I would have shared you then, but he got cold feet.

I remember

The sweet taste of your juices

As I pleasured you,

And tasting my salty bitterness from you.

I remember

Marrying you wearing that same shear white cotton dress,

So stunningly beautiful,

In your parents living room.

I remember

The time, after long love making,

You being so angry,

I had fallen asleep between your legs.

I remember

The first time really sharing you

Watching another man penetrate you

Watching and hearing him inseminate you

Tasting his salty cum mixed with your sweet juices

As I cleaned you, while he watched.

I remember

Sharing you with another beautiful woman

Who let me watch the two of you pleasure each other

But she did not want me penetrating her.

I remember

You telling about seducing and loving

The woman I lusted after but only kissed once

And how jealous I felt you had enjoyed her and I had not.

I remember

The morning you went down to our guest.

And made love to him alone,

As I stayed upstairs and tried to listen,

The loneliest time of my life.

I remember

Swapping with another couple,

As he made love to you,

And I made love to her,

Side by side, each of us watching the other.

I remember

You and she went off alone

For bath time together

Just the two, leaving the men alone.

I remember

You turning half way up the stairs,

And throwing your wedding ring,

Down at me.

I remember

The numbness I had for a decade,

Trying to remember my feeling for you,

After you left me.

I remember

Now those feeling of love I had for you,

Knowing you are still childless,

And where would I be without my daughter,

And the grandson she gave me.

I remember

Where I have stored that white dress,

Now grey with grime despite being washed,

In the dresser drawer next to my wife's panties,

I took from her one ankle where she had left it dangling,

When I walked in on her and her lover in our bed,

When we had not agreed to share.

I remember

The best in my life,

So stunningly beautiful,

With the worst moments of my life.