A memory

These cold chilly nights really it's hard
when you are alone and only the memories remind you of her ,blood pumps making your wood hard
it still lingers as if it just happened her heavy breaths confusing you
she came in the wee morning dressed in that beautiful sun dress, all I could see was her naked could this be the new fashion
her nipples,I could tell were already waiting to feel my skin
I couldn't hesistate I grabbed her and ripped her clothes off....