I often think back to that night at the docks.
The cool nip of the early fall breeze.
The sudden chill that rang up my spine as you pressed me so sweetly against that shining chrome hood.
The softness of your lips grazing across my skin.
The sense of wanting I felt within your firm grasp.
The delicate purple reminders you left scattered across my chest
remind me often to think to myself
About that sweet star scattered night
At my favorite Oceanside docks