Those Long Sighing Moans Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.