Those Long Sighing Moans

You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
I am here to dig for clues.

You let me in,
I thought that was the beginning...
Of breaking down your walls.
But you want me to crawl.

You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
A searching will make me more pleased.

I don't have eyes for disguises.
Nor am I intrigued by mystery.
Surprises do not appeal to entice.
And the zest and zeal I have,
Takes longer to excite a rise.

You may captivate!
But I'm too wise to hypnotize.

You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
I am here to dig for clues.

You let me in,
I thought that was the beginning...
Of breaking down your walls.
But you want me to crawl.

I don't have eyes for disguises.
Nor am I intrigued by mystery.
Surprises do not appeal to entice.
And the zest and zeal I have,
Takes longer to excite a rise.

You may captivate!
But I'm too wise to hypnotize,
To satisfy those long sighing moans...
You wish to go on and on.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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