She spoke to me,
on and off.
Small messages,
at first.
So young,
flirtatious.
Our words
laced with sexual bravado.
Though,
unlike the others
who have come
and gone,
mere distractions
waning once exposed.
Curiosity had gripped me.
For, in between
the words
I saw,
more.
Glimpses
into cracks,
carefully hidden.
Waiting,
for someone,
to show
despite her youth,
her body,
and her words
imbued with temptation,
someone could prove
she at last,
could trust
again.