The aged and darkened frame of oak, tarnished glass, purchased by his Mistress long ago,a random find, little did she know the reflections it would hold.
They begin the journey to that familiar place, intoxicated by the scent of this retreat, the scene unfolds before their eyes, satin and lace, unhidden here, they seek the refuge of this fantasy. Their secret.
The veil is lifted and they explore the reflection in the glass, orchestrated by his hand, revealing an intimacys he's unable to free, in this surrender he entertains her willingness to satisfy his need, the part of him she knows, pleasure is their secret. A moment in time.
Will he know the anguish she will face, will he regard her heart, it is only her caress he longs for, he stands unable to grasp the emotion.
His Mistress lys in solitude, basking in the past embrace, She's alone to ponder, This secret, knowing what her heart will not accept.
Years from now she will gaze into the glass, catch a glimpse of their reflection, She'll blink away a tear, only having had a part of him, longing for the heart of him.
