Erotic memories hang like
old clothes in the closet
Talisman of a style you
can’t bring yourself to part with
They remain, faded and
musky, shoved aside for what’s current
The deluxe piece at a heart
stopping cost
Something you had to
possess
Indiscriminately mixed
with cheap attractive items
Secondhand finds from
bargain bins, a
Raiment never to be
pulled out, slipped into, flaunted at a party
Each gave pleasure against your skin
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