This poem transpired based on multiple pieces of conversations overheard or spoken to me that a friend then challenged me to turn into a poem:

Beckoned By Her Fire
by Michael Romani

Her voice beckoned to me
Like that moth to its flame
Tuned to her close enough
Was good enough to be
The winner of this game

Do you want me to be honest?
Or just tell the truth?
She asked me without caring
Staring into her hotness
I remembered my youth

The moments that inspire
Burning into my memory
Like etched grooves of serenity
Looping into her bit of fire
Someone's dream of wicked purity

(c) June 2, 2018 Michael Romani
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