She leaves with her undergarments none too intact, for he has ‘stolen’ and in a most preciously sought after moment, this beautifully memorable thing called … her all of everything
And she doesn’t even mean to ever look back again … yet she just cannot but heap it upon her settled self, to insinuate the all-or-nothing strut…
To keep his interests bubbling over … for all intents devilishly usurped
It simply hurts to see her walk away, yet it pays dividends to relay it all, every last intricate bit, by unforgettable memory
