I sat alone across the mahogany mirror as my reflection resounded what my heart reveled.
I slipped gracefully out of the whites of my satin; your face haunting me as I undressed myself.
Good old chivalry, O' so old fashioned; no promises made, no words were kept.
He had loved me like a man of passion and ripped me to my final breath.
Whilst caressing me with a dance of enticement, the night winds swayed the curtains ashore.
I surrendered as I walked towards your memory; bare, unarmored and self exposed.
I secretly wished you were watching me too and with sinful eyes you undressed my desire.
And so, I used that spark in your eyes as the match to set myself on fire.
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