Clothes Have No Memories (For Doreen)

Your most prized dress must confess that it cannot remember the swell of your breast the rise & fall of your breathing. Clothes have no memory. It is Winter now and your summer frock has totally forgot the sheer sunny shockingness of being (underneath it all) absolutely knickerless. Kisses like butterflies alight high (high) on your inner thigh (thigh) ! Clothes have no memory. Your bra unhooked & unhinged cannot really recall the thrill of it all as my hands caresss create your breasts. Clothes have no memory. Clothes have no memory ...but I do.