He called me, fire dancing just behind his words.
A brimming desperation,
That echoed through me.
How could I say no?
We met at the muddy side of a dock,
The waters beneath it shimmering quietly.
Night filled it with muted colors,
But was unable to quell the noise of creaking boards under
our feet.
Wild gestures painted smoke,
Slowly spiraling from the tip of a grape flavored cigar.
My eyes transfixed at the gap of rough, thick fingers.
Wide and strong and kind.
And then my world tilted,
With the cracked wood of the dock,
And then straightened again-
Pulled forward, stuttering, and crashing to a halt.
He called me, fire dancing just behind his words.
A brimming desperation,
That echoed through me.
How could I say no?
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