There was no catch and release program when you decided to cast your line. If there had, well, I'll plead the fifth. Maybe it was the green in those undress me eyes, the heat in upturned lips for like a fish on a hook, all you had to do was reel me in. Snared in your net, hooked on your words, the narrow line of your hip, we moved to the dance floor. Sinking into rhythmic beats my heart meeting yours we merged. Never did I imagine that night five years ago, I'd fall hook, line & sinker, for you.
A/N - Sometimes writing on just one word gets a little stale.
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Poetry100 words on one word. Mostly thoughts, sometimes poems. Drop a line or share a word.
