open invitation

the ghost in the shell of this

house that is my home

i never knew you could linger

so long while i wonder aloud

i never knew the touch of your

fingers could be so inviting

you deny my body its gratification

but you tease me so with your

visual intoxication

i am tired of quantifying my needs

just give in and let me love

you believe when i tell

my stories of how i

find you undeniable

Reviews

[Iliana]

Very nice... I am not the worlds best critic but I know a good poem when I read it :) I enjoyed it

[Paula Tsurara]

Oh moi... You poetry like a poet. :)