Amy25

You are,
from imaginary outside,
aloof, forbidding,
with the face of a judge.

A question always of
worthiness, economics,
real politik. It's hard
for us puppy-faces
to be taken seriously
when you say how you
wear those heels
and let the sheer will of your
well-worded crossed legs flash.

But here you are, well not
in person, but revealed as if
I stripped off a mask of flesh
and silk. I enter your house
as you watch me unseen
from above. I feel compelled
to entertain you fast and slip
quickly into the overheated corridor.
The structure is laced
with subtlety, mysterious
puzzelling structures.I twist
and turn in your passage
wanting now to
touch them all.

And you, responding in secret
with invisible coolness
surprise me with
a symbollic
yes I did.