Sending out bait - A Poetic Practice
Just not too tight
Never in sight
Dark at night
Open and shut
Any way but
Sharp poking cut
Inside the hut
Tracing fingers roam
Soft like foam
Tingling like home
All out dome
Tease and pull
No feeling fool
Digging deep mole
Touching our soul
Invitation sent out
Unsure you're about
I've enough clout
Hiding any doubt
Now to finish
Let's not wish
FIN
Life's not fair
No soul with a care
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