Sending out bait - A Poetic Practice

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Feels so right
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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