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I think they‘d say it was a siren call?
A glimpse of pleasure,
Anticipation.
A mere possibility.
A connection perhaps, of sorts.
I’m not sure what it was.
It had potential to be something.
Deep?
Daring?
Debauched?
Well maybe not debauched…
A flash of something different?
Exciting?
Exploratory?
Erotic?
Certainly erotic….
There more than one way to skin a cat.
Possibilities of a new approach?
A feeling just beyond my fingertips.
The stroke of a thought across your skin.
A perception of an embrace.
A new shiny thing!
That same old shite was never going to capture me.
Enraptured me.
Like a dare in a risky moonlight meeting.
Laughing, running, seizing the moment.
Such is life you say.
Such indeed, is life.
But was it what I needed?
In that moment that has since past?
Did you care about what I needed?
Were you listening? Did you hear?
It had great potential to shine.
We had great potential to soar!
Maybe all I needed was a little patience.
Yours and mine.
A little time.
©️Juliette Turrell
Juliette Turrell 
Some things often seem like good ideas in the moment, but when true colors shine through, I think we quickly see how foolish the idea actually was.
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You’re absolutely right M, I seem to be playing with this theme in my mind a lot right now, it’s good to have words moving around up there again 😂
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I pray it’s contagious! 🙏🏻 I could really use a few good words right now. 😆
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