Lisa’s Gift - Missing Piece (scene 3)

My desire for my sweet Saint Lisa grew with the passing of time
Scandalous to some, it was pure beauty to us

Her children came to accept our arrangement
Giving total support which helped in our small town

I wanted it never to end, but it would because all days are numbered
And hers were drawing short

Three months from learning of her cancer, Lisa was gone, dead at 59
Her remains mere ash on my bedside table.

Each night I’d touch my finger to the ash and fall into dreamy sleep
Where our passions continued unabated by death
More intense in death than in life
Nights were filled with intense thrusting together

Her body took on that petite hotness that had driven her to youthful confession
Her breast grew firm and warm with life during the deepest night
Her flesh, more elastic in death encased me in orgasmic bliss
For hours, we pressed into one another
Finally falling away as I awoke soaked with sweat and spent cum

Then I’d turn to kiss her cheek and kiss her golden urn instead
Thankful for the magic it contained
And the crystal memories of every moment we'd shared