Offer little in the way of affection,
by Lorene Kinsey
Flesh, an invitation, not taken
Hint without the motions are
Like night upon the falling star.
Hunger swells inside of me
Like tide that tugs the planet’s sea
Powerful trembling beneath my skin
The world sees nothing happening.
Oh, I cannot mask this urge
Raging within sweet passion’s surge
Chance my lips to his embrace
But all he sees is a friendly face.