Scenes from a Nursing Home Part 2

Mollie.

Sitting in her chair Mollie runs her fingers through her hair.
People passing by must pity her for all she ever does is stare.

His body pressed to mine.
His hardness deep inside.
His movements, his sighs.
The wonderful light in his eyes.

No man had ever kissed a woman as he did.
No woman had ever been touched as he did.
No two people had ever been joined as we did.
No couple had ever reached the heights that we did.

Sitting in her chair Mollie runs her fingers through her hair.
People passing by must pity her for all she ever does is stare.