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Dock

I had a vision of us
Sitting together on a dock
Our souls in conversation
Relaxing in Adirondack chairs

I saw us laughing and splashing in the water
Ducking below the surface
Chasing each other underwater
The ends of my wet hair splashing your face

I could see the little droplets
And feel the chill as I came up for air
Your voice ringing out over the water
Carefree and joyful.

I peeked at us soaking up the sun
And listening to music on a boat
Drinking glasses of red wine
And holding each other tight

A perfect picture of us by the fire that night
Roasting sticky mashmallows
That you smeared all over my mouth
An excuse to playfully lick them off
Culminating in a passionate kiss.

There's a vivid image of our bodies
Intertwined in a warm blanket
Watching the sun go down over the water
As we whisper our deepest desires,
Our darkest fears, and our most heartfelt secrets.

Each a more beautiful sight than the last
Each enough to inspire a lifetime
Of joy, and tears, peace and thrill
This is what I see for us.

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